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MIGNON’S SECRET. 


CHAPTER 1. 

It was a cold and cheerless day in February; the sky 
overhead was lowering and leaden, a dull gray color too 
sulky to he stormy. The ground beneath was soaked 
and sodden by a fine, drizzling rain, which had fallen for 
hours without ceasing, and the big square of the cavalry 
barracks at York looked altogether as miserable and 
wretched as it is possible even for a barrack square to 
look, though it is not in general a picturesque spot, or one 
suggestive of ease and comfort. 

As everybody knows who has been there, the main block 
of buildings set apart for the officers^ quarters lies facing 
the principal entrance gates — a two-storied building of red 
brick, with a door in the center, having a row of windows 
on either side, with another unbroken row of windows 
above. To the right of this block, as you approach it, 
stands the little villa of the commanding oflBcer; to the 
left, the mess-rooms. 

The dusk was already beginning to gather in the day to 
its repose; a tired horseman, in soaked and sodden covert 
coat, on a weary and mud-splashed hunter, turned in at 
the gates, and rode down to the mess. A sentry here and 


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there stood in his box and stared stolidly at the rain, reh'ev- 
ing mind and body alike every now and then by a turn 
along his track, in which, instead of treading with a ring- 
ing and martial clank, his heels sunk like the hoofs of a 
horse on the edge of a morass — sunk softly, to be followed 
with a sucking sound, as they were lifted from the spongy 
earth. But in the large billiard- room all was light and 
warmth and cheerfulness. Almost every officer in the 
barracks was there, engaged partly in watching a game 
between Miles and Preston, and partly in listening to Lucy, 
who was holding forth as he stood with his back to the 
roaring fire, his legs well apart, and the long tails of his 
frock-coat drawn through his arms. 

“It was in this way,’^ he was saying. “I — er — hap- 
pened to be in the office this morning, when I heard an 
awful commotion outside. ‘ Aw — I wawnt the awdju- 
dant, ’ I heard a voice say. 

“ ‘ The hadjudant is ^anting to-day, sir,^ I heard the 
sergeant answer. 

“ ‘ Aw — dawm nuisance,^ said the voice; ‘ I paw — paw- 
ticularly wawnted to see the 2i\\^]vAa.nt—pawticularly.’ 

“ ‘ I’m vewry sorwry, sir,’ wreplied the sergeant, with 
what I must say was equal to the patience of Job. ” 

“Solomon, you mean, Lucy,” laughed one of his 
hearers. 

Lucy looked up, his placid eyes unmoved. “Ah! ivas 
it Solomon?” he said, mildly. “ Always had a sort of ideah 
that it was Job. Couldn’t say for certain, of course — never 
knew either of the gentlemen personally. However, that’s 
neither hewre nor thewre. The voice continued that it was 


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pawticularly annawing not to be able to see tbe awdjudant, 
having come all the way fwrom Mawnchester solely to see 
liim— so I thought, as he had come all the way fwrom 
Mawnchester, I had better find out what it — er — was he 
wanted with Dounne, so I said to the orderly: ‘ Go and 
find out — er — what that — er — gentleman wants. ^ 

“ ‘ Wawnt to see the awdjudant,^ was the wreply he 
bawled out at the top of his voice. Poor devil of an order- 
ly put it into decent form, and — er — bwrought it in as a 
message. 

“ ‘ Ask his name,^ I said. ‘ You can tell him he can 
see me if he likes ’-—for I didn’t know, you know, whether 
the fell-ah might not be a sort of fwriend of Uounne’s, and 
want to leave a message. 

“ ‘ Oh! yaws,’ I heard him bawl outside, ‘ I’ll see Cap- 
tain Lucy. Say Cwrooks of Mawnchester wishes to see 
him.’ 

“ ‘ Muster Cwrooks, of MAWNchester, sorr,’ was the way 
that the orderly announced him. Poor devil hadn’t the 
ghost of an idea that Mawnchester stood for Cottonopolis 
— and then ‘ Cwrooks of Mawnchester ’ walked in. 

“ ‘ I’m Cwrooks of Mawnchester,’ said he, in an aw-fully 
important voice. 

“ ‘ Are you, indeed?’ said I. ‘ And pwray what can I 
do for you, Mr. Cwrooks of Mawnchester?’ 

“ ‘ I wawnted to see the awdjudant,’ said he; ‘I wawnt 
to enlist.’ 

“ ‘ Oh! you loawnt to enlist, do you?’ said I; ‘ and what 
makes you wawnt to enlist, hey?’ 

“ ‘ Aw — I’ve had a shine with my governor,’ he told me. 


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‘ And, besides that, I’ve had about as much of Mawnches- 
ter as I can stand. Dawni common place — wawnt to get 
out of it. ’ 

“ ‘ 'Well, Mr. Cwrooks, of Mawnchester,’ said I, with an 
exceedingly civil and — er — fwriendly tone, ‘ you’wre a 
vewry young gentleman, and, judging fwrom appeawrances, 
I should say have evidently yet to learn M'hat wroughing it 
means. Now let me tell you,’ said I, ‘ that wroughing it 
in a barwrack as a pwrivate soldier is a vewry dilfewrent 
tiling to wroughing it on the moors or over in Norway. 
You’ve got a vewry smart velvet jacket on, Mr. Cwrooks,’ 
said I; and so it was, wreal velvet — none of your velveteen. 

‘ And you’ve got a pair of nice white hands, which don’t 
look as if they had done much work in their day. Now, 
if I enlist you, thewre’ll be no more velvet jackets, no more 
white hands; you’ll have to — er — black your boots, pipe- 
clay all your facings — beastly job that, ten times worse 
than cleaning a stable out, which, of course, will also be 
part of your work. You’ll have to — er cawry water, 
gwroom horses, clean out dwraius — er — in short, do evewry 
sort of filthy work you can imagine. I assure you, Mr. 
Cwrooks, you had vewry much better go home to Mawn- 
* Chester, and — er — tell your fath-aw that you will forgive 
him this time. Life as a gay and gallant Lancer is, take 
my word for it, not all beer and skittles. Quite the con- 
twrawry.” 

“ ‘ But should I — /, Cwrooks, of Mawnchester, have to 
do that sort of work?’ he gasped. 

“ ‘ Y'ou — er — wouldn’t be Cwrooks of Mawnchester 
here, you know,’ I suggested mildly. ‘ Y^ou’d only be 


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Pwrivafce Cwrooks, and pwrobablj not thought much of at 
that. ^ 

“ ‘ But — aw — I should only associate with the officers/ 
he explained. Yes — as a roar of laughter burst from 
his hearers as one man — “ I^m not joking, I assure you.^^ 

“ And what did you say to that, Lucy?” Miles demanded. 

“ Say? I said, ‘ Oh! would you?^ vewry politely. 

“ ‘ Yaws,^ he went on; ‘of course, as a gentleman, I 
should natuwrally associate with my equals, who would be 
the — ^ 

“ ‘ Wranks,^ I put in gently. ‘ It is quite — er — clear to 
me, Mr. Cwrooks, and I am — er — wrather pwressed for 
time just now, that you had much better go home and for- 
give your father — much better; the Scarlet Lancers would 
not suit you at all;^ and so, vewry wreluctantly, Mis-taw 
Cwrooks of Mawnchester took himself away.” 

“ What sort of chap was he?” Preston inquired. 

“ Pasty-faced, unwholesome-looking fellow, Lucy an- 
swered. “ Wregular duffer all round, I should think.” 

“ With an inordinate opinion of himself, of course?” 

“ Oh, im — mense!” Lucy returned, with emphasis. 
“ Well, I must be off — pwromised to look in and see how 
Gwraves’s little terwrier gets on during his absence.” 

“ Where is it?” 

“ In charge of Derwrick^s wife. ” 

“ But it^s so beastly wet, and Derrick lives over the other 
side of the barracks,” Miles objected. “ If I were you, I 
should let the terrier slide for to-day — little yelping brute.” 

“ Got my cloak here,” Lucy answered, struggling, or, 
to speak quite correctly, slipping into the garment in ques- 


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tion. “ Yes, it is wrather a beastly sort of night, but — ’’ 
A shrug of his shoulders completed the sentence, and the 
next moment he had disappeared into the cold, dark, and 
cheerless evening. 


CHAPTER II. 

It was by that time quite dark; the rain was still coming 
down with steady persistence, but more heavily than it had 
done aforetime; the ground was more spongy, and the vari- 
ous sentries placed about the square seemed to have given 
up taking turns to and fro, and had retreated into the 
shelter of their boxes. 

Lucy tramped along as quickly as possible, passing in 
front of the officers^ quarters, then turning to the left, and 
keeping in front of the several blocks of stables and troop- 
rooms facing the square, and then, passing behind them, 
went across the open piece of ground wliich lies between 
them and the married quarters. 

Derrick and his wife lived in the last hut, so Lucy had 
to pass them all in order to reach it. They looked com- 
fortable and cozy enough, with curtains drawn over the 
windows, through which, being mostly red, the light 
gleamed warmly. All was quiet — only the sound of a horse 
or two stamping in the nearest stable broke the silence, be- 
sides the steady downpour of the rain; and then Lucy 
stopped short to listen — to listen to what? To the sup- 
pressed and bitter sobs of a child, crying as if its heart 
would break. 

He stood still for a moment to make quite sure that the 


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child was indeed outside instead of inside one of the huts. 
Yes; there was no mistake about it. A child was sobbing 
passionately, yet under its breath, close at hand, and the 
rain was coming down with a steady, monotonous, pitiless 
persistence. 

“ Hi! I say!^’ called Lucy, in his soft and smooth voice 
— “ what^s the mat-tah?’^ 

The sobs ceased for a moment, as if the little troubled 
body was making a brave effort to conceal the sound; then, 
with a great choke and a gurgle, they burst forth again 
more passionately than before. Lucy stepped out cau- 
tiously in the darkness, guided by the sound. “ Whewre 
are you?’^ he asked, feeling about where he imagined the 
little body must be. There was an instant’s dead silence; 
then a sniffle just below him gave him the clew, and the 
next moment he had put his hand upon the soaked and 
thinly clad figure of a child. 

It was a very thin shoulder which flinched under his 
grasp, and he felt, by the long hair, that it was a girl. 

“Who are you?” he asked; but there was no reply. 
“ Are you one of the bar wrack youngsters — hey?” he went 
on, kindly. “ Come, tell me.” 

There was another pause, a fierce struggle for breath, and 
then a shaking, sobbing voice answered, “I’m — I’m Pri- 
vate Henderson’s girl. ” 

“ And what are you doing out hewre?” Lucy added. 
“ Come> don’t be afwraid to answer me.” 

“ M — m — mother turned me out ” — with a fresh burst 
of so^s. 

“ Turned you out? Into the wrain?” — incredulously. 


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He had drawn her then into the faint red light cast 
through the red curtains of the next hut; he saw that she 
was a little shp of a child of ten years old or so; he saw, 
too, that she was soaked with rain, cold as the grave, her 
little tear-stained face looking pinched and blue, and that 
her bare hands and arms were as red as raw beef. 

“ And why did she turn you out?’^ 

“ ^Cause she was afraid fathered see I’d been crying,” 
she sobbed out. 

“ And why have you been cwrying?” Lucy asked. Hav- 
ing taken any notice at all, he went patiently to work to 
sift the whole affair to the very bottom. 

“ ’Cause mother beat me so ” — with another burst of 
tears at the remembrance of it. 

“ But why?” 

“ ’Cause I went round to the carnteen for some beer, 
an’— an’ I fell coming back, and braoke the jug — an’ I cut 
my knee an’ my ’and, an’ I couldn’t help it!” 

“ And your moth-aw didn’t want Henderson to know 
she’d been beating you?” 

“ No. Father never lets her — not if he knows it.” 

“ Is she your own moth-aw?” 

‘‘ No ” — shaking her head and rubbing her knuckles into 
her red and swollen eyes. 

“Ah!” 

Lucy deliberated a moment, and the child, after the man- 
ner of children, having lost her fear, volunteered a little 
further information. 

“ Father,” said she, with a sudden accession of confidence 
in her tone, and of that peculiar jargon which obtains in 


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the lowest level of society in a barrack, “ ^e don’t allaovv 
mother to ’ave no beer ’tween whiles; an’ mother she says 
she gets to feeling low like in ’er inside, you know ” — 
with a feeling outspreading of her little scarlet hand over 
the region of the digestive organs — “ and so she sends me 
out while father was over at staibles, and now she’s afraid 
as ’ow he’ll arsk for the jug. ” 

‘‘Ah! Which is Henderson’s hut?” Lucy demanded. 

“ That ” — pointing to it. 

Lucy strode to the door, and hammered upon it with his 
stick. A. voice within shouted to him to enter. Lucy 
knocked imperatively again, which brought Henderson out 
to open it in double-quick time. He stared with amaze- 
ment to see the officer standing in the rain; then the re- 
membrance of Mrs. Herrick’s charge seemed to come to 
him. 

“ Captain Graves’s dorg’s at Derrick’s hut, sir,” he told 
him. “ The last hut in this line.” 

“It’s not the dog, Henderson,” answered Lucy, with 
gravity; “it’s something much worse than tlie dog. Can 
I come in?” 

“ Yes, sir.” 

Henderson made way for his officer to pass him, and 
then saw, for the first time, that he had fast hold of liis 
little motherless girl. Lucy, for all liis slowness of sjjeech 
and affectation of manner, was quick enough to see that 
the man cast a look, positively of fear, at his wife. 

“What’s she been doing, sir?” he asked, in a husky 
voice. “ I never knew the lass steal aught in my life.” 

“ She has hajjpened with a misfortune, ” answered Lucy, 


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deliberately; then gently pushed the child forward. “ Look 
at her condition! See! Soaked to the skin, chilled to the 
hone. Would you turn a dog out on such a night. he 
demanded, his voice rising. 

“ Turn ^er out!” stammered Private Henderson. 
“ Why, sir, I never thought of such a tiling.'^ 

“ But your wife did,’^ Lucy rejoined, shai*ply; then sud- 
denly turned quickly upon the woman. “ No, you neediiT 
go away, Mrs. Henderson; you’ll stop hewre, if you please, 
and hear tliis thwrough. ” 

“ What is it?” Henderson demanded, fiercely; “ ’ave 
you been a-beating of ’er again? Do you mean as ’ow you 
turned my little lass out on such a m’ght?” clutching hold 
of the child, and confronting his wife with flaming eyes. 
“ Is that what you’ve been a-doing of?” 

“ She’s always a-breakiug of something,” returned the 
woman, with an evil look at the child. 

“ What was it? How did you come to do it. Jack?’ ’ he 
demanded of the child. 

“ I was bringing ’ome the jug from the camteen,” Jack 
answered, “ an’ I cut myself orful bad when I fell,” show- 
ing her hand, and pulhng up the skirt of her thin frock to 
show a very skinny knee, with a bad cut upon it. 

‘‘ An’ you beat her after that ?” thundered Private 
Henderson, indignantly. 

“ You’d better,” broke in Lucy, in his slow tones, “ see 
that the child gets those wet clothes off before she gets 
wrheumatic fev-ah! And — er — Mrs. Henderson, tliis is 
not the first time I’ve heard of your ill using your husband’s 
cliild. If it happens again, or I hear of your turning her 


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out-of-doors, as to-night, I shall have you taken off the 
stwrength at once. Do you quite understand?” 

‘‘ 1^11 see to it, sir,” answered the trooper. “ Jack, my 
girl, get your clothes off, an^ warm yourself, when you’ve 
thanked the capt’n for speaking for you. There’s naught, 
sir,” he said, in a hopeless sort of voice, as he followed 
Lucy out of the hut — “ there’s naught so mean on the face 
of God’s earth as a jealous woman; and she ” — with a jerk 
of his thumb over his shoulder — “ is eaten alive with jeal- 
ousy of the httle lass’s mother, though she’s ben dead an’ 
gorn out of ’er road this six year or more.” 

“Well,” — shrugging his shoulders — “you had better 
quite make her understand that I mean evewry word I 
say. ” 

“ I’m much obliged to you, sir,” said Private Hender- 
son, gratefully. 

And that was the beginning of Lucy’s acquaintance with 
Private Henderson’s little, ill-used, worse than motherless 
lass Jack. 


CHAPTEE III. 

The steady deluge of rain was succeeded by a sharp frost, 
which, coming upon the world before the floods had had 
time to get away, turned that portion of it which has the 
old city of York for its center into a gigantic representa- 
tion of a sugar-plum of the sort which is called crystallized. 
The barrack square from a swamp became a sheet of ice,^ 
and many and many a stalwart trooper of the Scarlet Lan- 
cers measured his length upon his mother earth with a sud- 


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denness which just left him breath enough for an invoca- 
tion of the devil. 

The frost was appreciated by scarcely any one in the 
barracks. The officers groaned over hunters eating their 
heads off in their stables, and chatted regretfully of the 
happy days gone by in field and covert; and the men for 
the first few hours swore right vahantly at spilled buckets 
of water and shins grazed against the stone steps leading to 
their quarters. In the married quarters those wives who 
were on the strength went gingerly to and fro, as a cat 
walks across a road full of puddles; and the only happy, 
really happy, souls seemed to be a group of small children 
huddled together under the veranda of one of the stables. 

Over on the other side of the square, one or two of the 
men who had escaped shinning were pelting one another 
with snow-balls, and some of the boys were wistfully looking 
on, with a yearning to do likewise, which would probably 
end in scurrying round to some out-of-the-way part of the 
barracks and pelting one another till flesh and blood could 
bear it no longer. But the little lasses had no such ambi- 
tion; for them the glories of snow-balling* had no pleasure, 
and they huddled as closely together as they could get, and 
wrapped their little red sticks of arms in their pinafores, 
and gossiped after the pattern of their mothers, as well as 
their chattering teeth would let them. The chief person- 
age of the group was Private Henderson^s girl Jack. 

“ SheM a-been at ^er old game,’’ she was saying, in im- 
portant tones, “ sending me for beer, an’ father ’e don’t 
allaow her to ’ave it, not between whiles, yer know; but 
mother she got low like, and sent me to get a pint, and 


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coming ^ome I trips over something or other and breaks 
the jug. And then it was all up — she wallops me like 
paddy-whack, and then, for fear father might see I^’d 
a-been crying, and perhaps arsk for the jug, she turns me 
out. And it was awful wet that night, you know, and I 
was a-crying hke anything, and who should come along but 
Capt^n Lucy.^^ 

“Oh! Capt^n Lucy," echoed the audience, pressing 
closer. 

“ And ’e ^ear me a-crying,^’ Miss Jack proceeded, deal- 
ing out her story a sentence at a time, with a pause be- 
tween each, to admit of proper and suitable ejaculations 
and exclamations of surprise and astonishment. 

“ Yes; an^ ^e ^eard you!" repeated the others, in awed 
tones — for Captain Lucy, in common with the rest of the 
officers, was one of the most exalted persons in all the wide 
world to these little barrack bairns. 

“ And ^e stops, and ^e says, ‘ Hi!’ says he, ‘ I say, 
wawt’s themat-tah?’ says he." 

“ Wawt’sthe mat-tah?" murmured the group, in an ab- 
surd imitation of Lucj^’s drawl, which was quite free from 
satire, and was, indeed, spoken with a really reverential air. 

“ And so I told him; and then what does ’e do but just 
goes and hammers at our door with his whip. ‘ Come in, ’ 
shouts father. So the capt’n he hammers again, and out 
comes father sharp; and then the capt’n ’e just stej^s in 
and tells father all about it. Mother she tried to sneak out, 
but the capt’n he storps her. ‘ iso; you won’t go out, Mrs. 
’Enderson,’ says he; ‘you’ll just storp ’ere and ’ear this 
thwrough.’ ” 


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‘‘ Ay, and he said that!'^ murmured the group, many of 
whom had never been so fortunate as Jack — “ you’ll just 
storp ^ere and ^ear this thwrough. 

Again there was the im conscious mimicry of Lucy’s 
voice, which, blended with the half-cockney twang which 
obtains in barrack, had about the drollest effect in the 
world. 

“ Yes, and she ’ad to,” Jack continued, in important 
tones; “ there was no going again the capt’n, you know; 
and then e’ says, ‘ Look you ’ere, Mrs. ’Enderson,’ ’e says, 
‘ if I ’ear of you a-hitting of the child again, or of turning 
’er out like you did to-night, why. I’ll just have you took 
orff the stwrength.” 

“ He said that !” murmured the audience, rapturously. 

“ Yes, he said that, just that; an’ then father ’e give it 
to mother proper — proper. ’ ’ 

The audience pressed nearer still to the heroine of the 
hour. 

“ What! did he wallop her?” 

Jack shook her head, with its mop of dark, streaming 
hair. “ No; father ain’t one of the walloping sort; but 
he did give it her ’ot for all that. And he put ’er name 
up in the carnteen, and that was what mother dreaded 
more than all.” 

“ Why?” asked the yoimgest of the group. 

“ Such a disgraice,” returned Miss Jack, patly. “ Ah! 
well, ’e’s a real gentleman, is the capt’n, and I do wish 
that I could do something for ’im.” 

“ Ah, yes, a real gentleman,” echoed some of the others. 
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says Captain Ferrers is the blessed est saint that ever walked 
the earth; and they was great chums, so they're sure to be 
pretty much alike. " 

“ Yes, that's true. Ay, but he's a grander gentleman 
than Capt'n Ferrers was — 'e talks so slow and deliberate. 
Capt'n Ferrers was different; 'e was sort of passionate, and 
once I see 'im knock a man down flat. What for? Oh, for- 
hitting of a woman. But my capt'n, 'e ain't like that. 
Ah! I wish I was a lady; I might do something to please 
him then. " 

“ Like Miss Meenon?" suggested another. 

“Yes; but Miss Meenon's first there," said another, 
“ so it’s no use your troubling aught about the capt'n. 
Jack Henderson." 

“ I know that," said Jack, meekly. 

It would be, hard to tell how deeply had Lucy's kindly 
interference sunk into that child's starved and hungry 
heart. To be singled out by Captain Lucy, even as little 
Mignon, in all the beauty of her embroidered garments and 
the wealth of her golden hair, had been singled out years 
before by Captain FeiTers (for the story of Mignon 's advent 
into the Scarlet Lancers was one well known among the 
barrack bairns and never likely to fade out of memoi-y), 
was in itself so proud a distinction that it spoke well for the 
little ill-treated soul that any room was left in that untutored 
and ill-regulated heart for those finer feelings of gratitude 
and affection which may only be reasonably looked for 
where they have been carefully planted and assiduously 
cultivated. 

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the child’s whole heart and soul, and not without good 
reason. Kept back by the fear of the only threat which 
had any real power over her mean and jealous nature, 
Henderson’s wife had ceased her furious attacks upon her 
step-child. No longer was she able to beat her until in 
convulsions of grief, and then turn her out-of-doors to go 
.somewhere — anywhere out of the father’s sight; no longer 
able to rave and rant at her, or to cuff and buffet the un- 
fortunate little proof of Henderson’s love for another wom- 
an, whom she never would forgive for having been first 
with him, not even though she had been laid quietly out of 
her way six years or more. Probably no other threat in 
the world would have been so all-powerful as that of taking 
her off the strength of the regiment, for Mrs. Henderson 
had been a soldier’s daughter; and her mother had not en- 
joyed the same privilege which she enjoyed ^ Henderson’s 
wife. She was a clean and respectable woman enough, 
who did her work well, and kept her quarters in absolute 
cleanliness and order; but in the background there was that 
insatiable love for a drop of something comfortable to which 
Henderson so strongly objected. Likely enough it was the 
outcome of her early life following the drum, hanging on at 
the tail of a regiment, living from hand to mouth, tramp- 
ing from place to place, living without meat or any com- 
fort, and trained early to supply the place of regular and 
proper food, and to stay the faintness and sickly sinking of 
an empty stomach by what is called “ a nip.” 

Any way, it is certain that from the hour of Lucy’s inter- 
ference in her behalf, little Jack Henderson — whose Chris- 
tian name, by the bye, was Geraldine — enjoyed an im- 


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iminity from that ill-usage which had been her every-day 
life for the past five years, and became almost a hap2Dy 
child. If only she could have done something for her ben- 
efactor, she would, I think, have been perfectly happy; 
but, poor child, she had, in determining some day or other 
to do him a service, set herself an almost impossible task. 
For what was it possible for a child in her station to do for 
a man in his? As a rule, the poles are not further apart 
than the highest and lowest classes of society in the com- 
monwealth of a regiment. An oflScer knows there are so 
many children attached to the regiment — he often wishes 
there were less, particularly when such incidents happen as 
one of them getting run over or kicked by one of his 
horses, or when the question of school treats and Christ- 
mas-trees get floated by the chaplain or the most charitable 
lady in the regiment — he sees them in church and 

school, and individually or in small groups in various parts 
of the square at other times. But as for knowing any one 
of them apart from any of the others, or taking the very 
smallest interest in them personally, why, it is simply a 
thing unheard of and unthought of. 

And yet this little barrack bairn, by that one act of 
kindly interference, had been lifted out of the common run 
of her fellows, had been lifted altogether out of herself, 
and filled with a wild dream of ambitious delight that, 
sooner or later, she would do something for Captain Lucy. 
But the question was, what should she, or rather what 
could she, do? In her ignorant but grateful heart she cast 
about to think what the something had best be. Poor 
child, she thought and. thought, and then she sighed to 


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think how much less she knew and could do than others 
among her fellows. If she were like Polly Armstrong, and 
could crochet, why, she might make the captain a beautiful 
antimacassar for liis sitting-room. That would be some- 
thing like a present to give liim, and, fired by the constant 
presence of an elegant specimen of those articles of luxury 
which covered the little round table in the window of their 
quarters, and by the remembrance of several superelegant 
ones which were put away “for best,’^ and only brought 
to show admiring visitors, or to be used on extra grand oc- 
casions, Miss Jack coaxed a penny out of her father, and, 
with a bent crochet hook belonging to Polly Armstrong, 
began, under that damsePs tuition, an antimacassar for the 
ultimate adornment of CaiDtain Lucy^s quarters. 

For weeks afterward that, to her, herculean task was 
the effort of her daily life. Never, surely, was such a labor 
of love undertaken and completed under circumstances so 
adverse and so trying. In the first place, it was no easy 
matter for a little girl, who was obliged to keep the whole 
affair a profound secret at home, to obtain the few pence 
necessary for the purchase of the cotton ^vith which to make 
the thing; and then, being obliged to keep it a secret, she 
was not able to work at it, with her little cramped and un- 
accustomed fingers, during the long evening hours between 
dusk and bed-time. Therefore it had all to be done during 
odd moments and in odd and out-of-the-way corners — sit- 
ting on the cold and damp steps leading to the troop-rooms, 
hiding behind stables or riding-school, only working in 
comfort on those rare occasions when “ mother was out 
on a shopping or visiting expedition, or when Polly Arm- 


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strong’s mother would let Polly bring her into their quar- 
ters to tea. At other times the whole thing reposed in 
Jack’s not too clean or inviting pocket, along with a bit 
of slate-pencil, two bits of twine, a brass thimble, and a 
little comb, a Christmas card, and part of a stick of Span- 
ish juice, to the imminent danger of the hook running into 
her leg, and having to be cut out thereof with the aid of a 
knife. 

But at last, in spite of all let and hinderance, it was fin- 
ished, and a real antimacassar lay upon the topmost step of 
the flight of stairs which led to the school-room, carefully 
sj^read upon an old newspaper. Four or five admiiing 
girls of different ages stood by, while Polly Armstrong 
smoothed out the fringe with the proud consciousness of be- 
ing the master-hand, and Jack Henderson gazed at her 
completed task with shining eyes of rapture. At last she 
had done something for her captain! 

And there, in the midst of the group, lay the work of 
gratitude, the offering of a thankful heart. The fastidious 
and those hard to please might have scoffed at it, for it 
was not very large, nor yet very well done as a specimen of 
crochet- work. How should it be? Nor yet was it very 
clean; in fact, it was decided ly dirty, showing plainly enough 
which of the dragged and irregularly made circles had been 
added last, as plainly which had been done the first; while 
the fringe, having been put on last of all, was quite lily- 
white by comparison with the dinginess of the whole. 

But in Jack Henderson’s eyes it was without flaw. Polly 
Armstrong had told her that crochet- work should never be 
washed before being given away, so she took no heed of the 


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difference of tone which it presented, and beyond it had 
but one thought: How should she contrive to get it into 
Captain Lucy’s quarters? 


CHAPTER IV. 

“my OWIf WORK.” 

Our little lives are kept in equipoise 
By opposite attractions and desires; 

The struggle of the instinct that enjoys, 

And the more noble instinct that aspires. 

Haunted Houses. 

Although there was not a single practical one among 
them, at least a dozen ways suggested themselves to little 
Jack Henderson’s mind by which the antimacassar might 
be smuggled into Captain Lucy’s quarters. 

First she might give it to his servant and ask him to lay 
it on the table; but then Jack had but a very small opinion 
of barrack-room honor, and in her own mind did not hesi- 
tate in thinking that he would not only open the parcel 
and inspect the contents, but would also be pretty certain 
to spread the story of her gift to the captain from one end 
of the regiment to the other, by way of repeating the last 
good thing in barrack gossip. No, almost as soon as the 
idea presented itself to her she made up her mind that it 
would not be the least use in thinking of that means of get- 
ting at the captain. She must hit upon some other. Now 
how would it be to seek out his laundress and get her to in- 
clude it amongst his clean linen? No, that was quite im- 
practicable also, for Jack felt perfectly certain that Mrs. 


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Simmonds would insist upon washing it first — and, of 
course, if she went to ask her such a favor she could not do 
less than give her a sight of the contents of the parcel. It 
would never do to have it washed, for Polly Armstrong was 
most positive in declaring that such a tiling was never done. 
So it was evident that it was no use thinking of Mrs. Sim- 
monds as a means to the end which she had in view. 

Then there was Mrs. Brett, who kept the captain^s 
quarters in order — how would she do? Well, she might 
and probably would manage it for her, only Mrs. Brett had 
such a very long tongue, and was, moreover, such a friend 
of Mrs. Henderson’s, that Jack felt she might just as well 
tell that good lady all about it straightway, for before a 
couple of hours had passed she knew Mrs. Brett would have 
done so; and such was Jack’s wholesome dread of her step- 
mother’s scathing tongue (to say nothing of her heavy 
hand), that rather than let a breath of her doings reach her 
ears, she would submit to anything, almost to being flayed 
alive. 

No, she must think of some other way — Cooper wouldn’t 
do, and Mrs. Simmonds wouldn’t do, and Mrs. Brett 
wouldn’t do either. She must think of some other way. 

“ Why,” suggested Polly Armstrong, w'ho had nerves of 
brass and the assurance of the old gentleman himself — 

wdiy don’t you wait about till the capt’n comes by, and 
give it ’im yerself?” 

Jack stared at her wdth wide-open eyes of horror. 

“ I dursn’t do such a thing,” she cried. 

“ Why not? The capt’n wouldn’t eat you; most folks 
are too pleased to get things given ’em, to mind being 


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stopped a minute. That^s what I should do — jest you wait 
about for him, Jack Henderson, afore dinner-time. That’ll 
be the best time to catch him — jest when he^s going to 
dress for mess; that^s the time for you — it won’t do to 
speak to him W'hen he’s in uniform, ’cause he won’t ’ave 
no money on him then.” 

“ Money!” gasped Jack. 

“ Yes, of course,” returned Polly, who was an intensely 
practical young person, as practical as she was bold — “ ’e 
can’t do less than tip you a bob for it! Why, it’s a real 
beauty!” 

“Tip me a bob!” repeated poor Jack, the ready tears 
springing to her big black eyes. “ I don’t want no bob, 
Polly Armstrong — I did it for ’im! It’s a inesent 

“ Oh! well, if you’re so ’igh and mighty. Jack Hender- 
son, jest go your own way,” returned the older girl, i-ather 
contemptuously; “ I only know what / should do if I was 
you. But that don’t matter to me. Any way, it’ll ’ave to 
be made into a parcel, and I’ve saved a bit of nice paper 
for you, with a bit of tissue to put inside; ’ave you got any 
string?” 

Yes, Jack had string, string which had been reposing in 
her pocket for three weeks past. So Polly — after they had 
each taken a last fond look at the treasure, much as (and 
quite as gravely) one takes a last look of one’s dead — 
coffined it in the two sheets of paper, and together they tied 
up the parcel with Jack’s bits of string. 

“ Now you’ll have to write the address yourself,” said 
Polly; “ I’ll fetch father’s pen and ink.” 

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Polly bring her friend to tea^ and had herself gone into the 
city with Armstrong to do various catering for the ser- 
geants’ mess, which they “ran.” So the two girls were 
alone; and Jack was able to make her arrangements and 
accomplish the task of putting a suitable superscription 
upon the parcel in peace and comfort, and without the 
slightest fear of any interruption. They had an anxious 
consultation as to the terms in which it should be couched, 
and this was the result — a result which Jack accomplished 
after a considerable amount of nervous care had been ex- 
pended, and she had not a few times started again and be- 
gun at the beginning; 

“ To Cajitain Lucy, ivith greatful love, from Jack. ” 

She gazed at it for a moment with the same look of rapture 
with which she had contemplated the completed labor of 
love which now lay snugly within the brown-paper cover; 
then with a burst of pride, and without consulting Polly 
Armstrong, or saying a single word, she wrote below: 

“ My own Work.” 

And then she gave a great sigh, and looked deprecatingly 
at Polly for a word of approbation. 

Now Polly was Jack’s great friend, and was, moreover, 
sympathy itself; but Polly was only human, and she re- 
peated the three words twice over in a very grave and ju- 
dicial tone. 

“My liown work,” she said — “my liown work. Ah! 
an’ he’ll never know as ’twas I showed you how to do it 
all.” 


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Impulsive Jack threw her arms round her friend ^s neck. 
“ 1^11 tell ^im, Polly she cried. 

“ What, if you daren’t wait and speak to ’im?” asked 
Polly, swallowing her feelings and trying to smile. “ Nay, 
never mind. Jack; I did it for you, not for the capt’n.” 

But still they had not yet decided how Jack was to get 
the parcel conveyed into the captain’s presence. 

At last, however, Polly Armstrong hit upon a plan 
which, though it sounded a very desperate one, commended 
itself to them both as being really feasible. It was for Jack 
to steal like a little ghost into Captain Lucy’s quarters, lay 
the parcel on a conspicuous part of the table, and come 
away as quietly as she had gone. 

“ Supposing he was to catch me?” Jack gasped. 

“ But you must go when we know ’e’s out,” answered 
the practical Polly. “ And even if ’e did happen to run 
against you, why, as I said before. Jack, ’e won’t eat you.” 

‘‘ No; but— oh, lor’! supposing Cooper should be about?” 

“ Cooper won’t be about at tea-time — trust ’im to be 
looking after ’isself then, ” retorted Polly. 

“ Or Mrs. Brett?” Jack suggested. 

“She’s never about ’er orfficers’ rooms at that time,” 
Polly cried. 

“ But I don’t know which is the room,” urged Jack, as 
a last feeble protest against the plan which common-sense 
told her was the best she could follow. 

“ Oh, that don’t matter. I’ve been in with Mrs. Brett, 
so I can show you exactly,” was Polly’s prompt reply. 

Jack drew a long breath, fixed her big eyes upon her 
companion, clasped her little red frost-roughened hands to* 


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gether against her breast, and then took a desperate 
resolve. 

“ Polly, she said, “I’ll do it.” 


CHAPTER V. 

THE RECTOR OF FERRERS. 

This song of mine 
Is a song of the vine 
To be sung by the glowing embers 
Of way-side inns, 

When the rain begins 
To darken the drear Novembers. 

Catawba Wine. 

The frost had gone long ago, and hunting was on its 
last legs, for Febritary had taken its sodden self away, and 
March had come bustling in like a new maid-of-all-work 
hired for a month on trial. And like that very trying per- 
son, who generally begins to show signs of wearing out by 
the end of the month, so March had, after a fair dose of 
the “ mucking it out ” process, settled down to the al- 
most inevitable proceeding of going out like a lamb. 

Leave was over, and the regiment was fairly at work, 
the drill season having begun; but Lucy had been so lucky 
and privileged as to get a week’s leave, which he had spent 
at Ferrers Court with his old chum Booties. Therefore — 
the memory of one Booties being still cherished among the 
Scarlet Lancers — his appearance, when he walked into the 
anteroom, was hailed with more interest than was usual 
with such of the officers as were gathered there, idling over 
sherry or tea, discussing the day’s run with those who had 


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been out with the hounds, or hearing the very last little 
bit of regimental gossip. 

“ Why, here^s Lucy! Well, old man, how are you? 
How did you leave them all at Ferrers Court?^^ 

“ Did you have a good time, Lucy?^^ asked another. 

“ Very good, thanks. I left ^em all pwretty fit, I think. 
Old Booties sent his best wrespects to you all. 

“ Thanks — from one or two voices. 

And how is the old chap?’"’ asked Preston. 

Oh, awfully well! By the bye, he^s getting fat. ” 

“ Fact— I assure you. Twruth is, the fellow’s too twre- 
mendously happy. It’s vewry nice to be happy, of course, 
but it plays the vewry devil with one’s looks,” Lucy an- 
swered. “ Booties don’t seem to mind much — says it’s a 
bore as wregards his mounts, but otherwise so long as he 
don’t get bald he won’t care a little hang.” 

“ And is he getting bald?” 

“ Didn’t see any sign of it. ” 

“ And Mrs. Booties — how is she getting on?” 

“ She’s pwrettier than ever,” asserted Lucy. 

By Jove! And the baby?” some one asked. 

“ Oh, the baby is flouwrishing. Scarcely so quick as 
Mignon was, and vewry shy, but says ‘ mam — mam — 
mam/ and — er — cwrawls about all over the place.” 

“ And Mignon?” asked Miles. 

Lucy laughed. “Oh! Mignon has grown — er — nearly 
two inches! — says sfie’s almost big enough to be marwried 
now.” 

“ She still sticks to her determination?” 


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“ Oh, yes! — still declares that her faithful Lai is her 
final choice. I wrepwresented to her that she can^t possi- 
bly be marwried for at least six years, and that in six — er 
— years I may be bald; but it was all no go. 

“ IVIignon doesn^t mind baldness, eh? You are getting 
thin on the top, you know, Lucy,’^ laughed Miles. 

Lucy smoothed the top of his head gingerly. 

“Yes, I^m afwraid you Ye wright. Miles — I shall be as 
bald as old Garnet by the time Mignon is sixteen. Mignon 
is Yewry philosophical ; she — er — says I can get a wig. I 
wonder, he added, refiectively, amid a yell of laughter 
from his audience, and with a serenely contemplative stare 
into the glass above the chimney-shelf — “ I wonder how I 
should look in a wig?’^ 

“ That would depend on the color a good deal,” cried 
Power, gravely. 

“Yes; that — er — is so, certainly,^ ^ responded Lucy. “ I 
wreally think I should have an assortment. One might 
change about, you know, in a vewry comfortable sort of — 
er — mannah! By the bye, Bwrandon is an awful success 
at FerwrersY place.” 

“ Dear old chap, you donY say so! Ah! Booties was al- 
ways partial to Brandon,^ ’ chimed in Garnet, no longer “Old" 
Garnet,” but junior colonel, and as well off as anybody. 

“ Yes, quite a success,” repeated Lucy. 

Mr. Brandon had been chaplain to the forces when the 
Scarlet Lancers were quartered at Blankhampton ten years 
previously, and Booties, when the very good living of 
Ferrers fell vacant, had offered it to him, by whom it had 
been accepted. Naturally enough there had been some 


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doubts expressed as to whether an army chaplain — and a 
jovial soul into the bargain — was quite the best man in the 
world to put in charge of a quiet comitry parish. But Mr. 
Brandon had grown not a little weary of moving about the 
face of the earth, and had settled down with thorough con- 
tent as Rector of Ferrers, with Booties for his squire; and 
after a very few weeks the parish of Ferrers had accepted 
him with equal contentment. 

“ Such a joke!’^ Lucy went on, in his placid drawl; “ a 
chap came to dinner the — er — other night; chap something 
after — the — er — coloneFs style. I named him — er — the 
pump — ^goes in devilish hot for — ah — teetotalism — he calls 
it tempewrance. "Well, this beggar wregularly wrounded 
on Bwrandon for taking wine at dinner; told him he wasn^t 
doing what he was — er — pleased to call ‘ the Lurd^s work;^ 
said that he’d heard that he pwreached in the cause of 
dwrink. Bwrandon said he wasn’t awawre of it. 

“ ‘ I heard you, sir — my — self,’ said the other, waving 
his glass of water to and fwro in a way which made one 
twremblefor Mrs. Booties’s f wreck, ‘say — ^in — the — pulpit, 
that thewre was no harm in a man having his pint of beer 
a day, or his two or thwree glasses of wine, according to 
iiis means.’ 

‘ Oh, yes!’ said Bwrandon — ‘ I don’t deny that for a 
moment.’ 

“ ‘ Do you call that doing the Lord’s work?’ cwried the 
pump. 

“ ‘ Yes, I do,’ answered Bwrandon, coolly. 

“ ‘ Then let me tell you, sir, that you pwreach neither 
tempewrance nor the Gospel.’ 


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“‘Oh, yes, I do,’ said Bwrandon, mildly; ‘but, you 
see, I don’t pwreach the Gospel according to tempewrance, 
but tenipewrance according to the Gospel.’ ” 

“ No — ^you don’t mean it! Did Brandon really say 
that?” cried old Garnet — I beg his pardon. Colonel Garnet. 

“ Yes — wreally and twruly! The pump looked so aw- 
fully sold — so he abwruptly changed the subject, and be- 
gan a heated discussion on the mewrits and demewrits of 
school-masters as bishops; he argued and argued that men 
who had been head-masters of public schools were always 
bullies, and were not fit to be bishops, until at last poor 
old Bwrandon, who didn’t agwree with him, seemed to get 
a bit bored. 

“ ‘ Well,’ said he, ‘ the fact is thewre’s a good deal of 
cwrude lay opinion floating about, and by and by it’ll get 
educated, and then we shall be all wright.’ Oh! old' 
Bwrandon ’s the wright man in the wright place at Ferw'rers, 
no mistake about it!” 

“ And what did old Booties say to the discussion?” asked 
Miles, calling to mind some sentiments expressed by their 
old comrade in the days gone by. 

“ Why, Booties didn’t say much, scarcely anything, in 
fact,” answered Lucy. “ But he turned wrouud to Bw'rown 
— ^yes, Bwrown’s with him still — and said, ‘ Bwrown, take 
champagne to Mr. Bwrandon. ’ I took that as pwretty con- 
clusive evidence as to what old Booties thought,” Lucy 
wound up, amid the laughter of his hearers. 

“ By the bye,” he began again presently, “ Booties and 
his wife are going to the States. ” 

“ The States! What to do there?” asked Power. 

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“Oh! only for a twrip, I think. 

“ And the baby?^^ , 

“Oh! it^s going, too. But Mignon^s not going. 

“ Mignon — not going!’’ 

“No; the child’s- such a wretched sailor; so she’s com- 
ing to pay us a long visit instead.” 

“How jolly! Quite like old times!” cried several of 
Mignon’s old adorers in the same breath. 

“ Yes — well, I must be off — ^got some letters to — er — 
write before dinner. ” 

Lucy was the only one who left the warm and well-light- 
ed anteroom, and as ho shut the door the babel of voices 
rose again with just the same buzzing noise as before. 

Having turned his back upon it, Lucy sought his own 
quarters in the main block of buildings set apart for the 
use of the officers, went quietly in at the front door, up 
the center stairs, and turned sharply into his sitting-room. 
And behold there in the veiy middle of the hearth-rug — 
having just put her precious parcel in the center of the 
round table — stood, with her big eyes wide open with 
fright, with her dark hair streaming wildly about her, and 
with a vivid scarlet screak upon either cheek. Jack! 


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CHAPTER VI. 

BITTER-SWEET. 

A feeling of sadness and longing, 

That is not akin to pain. 

And resembles sorrow only 
As the mist resembles the rain. 

The Day is Done. 

Without doubt the child looked the guiltiest thing 
alive, and it is impossible for any one greatly to blame 
Lucy when I tell them that his first thought was that he 
had caught her stealing, or intending to steal, something. 

“ Hello!^’ he exclaimed. “ Who are you? What are 
you doing in my quarters?” 

Jack turned her head from side to side, just as a strange 
cat does when it is meditating a spring out of your arms 
after you have captured it. 

Lucy promptly caught her by the arm. “ Come, tell 
^ me what you’re doing in my wrooms.” 

“ I didn’t come to do no harm,” she gasped out. 

“ No? Then tell me your name,” he said, pitying her 
agony of agitation. 

This was too much! To think that her capt’n, of 
whom she had thought and dreamed, whom she had wor- 
shiped morning, noon, and night for weeks past, should 
actually meet her face to face and not know her again! 
Poor little girl, it was the most bitter jiang that had ever 
torn her heart in twain. She tried to speak, but only sue- 


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ceeded in catching her breath in one great convulsive sob 
which shook her slight shrinking frame in a way which 
, would have made a harder heart than Lucy’s ache; and 
then she drooped her head with all its black streaming hair 
on to her hands, and broke out into passionate weeping. 

Lucy was beside himself; it pained him to see this tor- 
rent of grief, and yet he was not inclined to let the intruder 
go without telling her name or what she wanted there. 
But plainly it was no use attempting to make her speak 
until the violence of her sobs and tears had somewhat 
abated. And then his eyes fell upon the brown paper 
parcel lying in the middle of the round table at the side of 
the room. It was something in the shape of it, and a cer- 
tain want of neatness about the direction written on a piece 
of ordinary white paper which had been gummed in its 
place, which made him look at it closely, as if it might 
help him to solve the mystery of the little girl’s appearance 
in his quarters; and with astonished eyes he read his name 
upon it: 

To Captain Lucy, with greatful love 
from Jack. 

My own Work. 

Lucy stared at it in great surprise for a moment, then 
turned back to the child. “Why,” he exclaimed, “you 
must be Henderson’s little girl. Did you come in to b wring 
me a pwresent?” 

“Yes ” — in a choking voice; then, with a louder sob 
than ever, forced out: “ And you didn’t even know me 
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“ I^m vewry sorvvry/^ said Lucy, in his kindest tones — 
“ I^m vewry sorwry, but you must wremember that I see a 
good many little girls, and that it was quite dark when I 
saw you. But I shall know you another time, never fear! 
What is your name, ehr^^ 

‘‘ Jack,^^ answered the child, wiping her eyes vigorously 
with her scarlet knuckles. 

Jack! That^s a vewry stwrange name for a girl, isn^t 

it?’’ 

Miss Henderson heaved a vast sigh, the last token of 
her storm of grief. “ Please, sir, father ’e calls me Jack, 
cause he’d ’ave liked a boy instead of me. But my right 
name is Geraldine. ” 

“Ah! your wright name is Gewraldine, is it? and a 
vewry nice name it is. And — er — how are you getting on, 
eh? Been turned out in the wrain again?” 

Jack shook her head. “No, sir;” then added, in an 
impressive voice, “ And I don’t believe as I shall ever be 
turned out no more. ” 

“ No?— how’s that?” 

“ Father — ’e put mother’s name up in the carnteen; he’s 
threatened it often enough before, but ’e’s done it at 
last. ” 

“Ah! Well ’’—after a pause — “I’m glad you’re let 
alone now. And am I to see what this pwresent is you’ve 
been doing for me?” 

Jack turned suddenly shy. “ Please, sir, I’d like to go.” 

“Oh! I must see first,” he answered. “ There’s no 
hurwry.” 

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matter how much shyness she disj^layed, burning with 
pride, and, with the kindness to anything helpless or weak 
which was one of his greatest charms, he stayed her depart- 
ure and cut the string in several places. He little knew 
it, but that careless severing of the precious twine sent a 
sharp pang through Jack's heart. 

He opened the parcel and undid the outer covering; 
then opened the sheet of tissue-paper, and beheld — Well, 
for a moment he would have given worlds to laugh; the 
next, he was only possessed by an intense desire to liide 
what he thought from the child's keen, anxious eyes. 

“ De-ah me!" said he, taking up the square of crochet- 
w'ork and spreading it upon 'the dark-blue cloth which 
covered the table; “that's — er — aw — fully pwyetty. Jack. 
And you did it yourself."" 

“ All myself," said Jack, gazing i^roudly at her handi- 
work; “ but Polly Armstrong, she showed me 'ow to do it." 

“I’m sure I’m vewry much obliged to you. Jack," said 
Lucy, wondering how he should contrive to say just the 
right thing and avoid hurting the child's feelings. “ You're 
.a vewry good little girl. Jack, and must tell me where to 
put it. " 

He told himself that this was a good idea, and would 
help him out of a difficulty nicely. It was a very important 
decision for Jack, and she looked round Avith big solemn 
eyes. 

“ It might go on that chair, sir," she said, pointing at 
the only chair in the room Avhich had a back suitable for 
the display of crochet- work, “ or, if you liked, it might 
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“ Ah, ye — es, on the top of the looking-glass,^’ repeated 
Lucy, vaguely. 

“ Or you could put it on the torp of this little taible,’' 
Jack went on volubly. “And then you could stand a 
vawse on it, or the Bible. ” 

Lucy looked round more vaguely still. “ Aw, a vase, or 
a Bible. Aw — wouldn’t an album do nearly as well?” 

“Jest the same, sir,” cried Jack, eagerly. 

It was evident that she meant to stay and see the ar- 
rangement carried into effect, so Lucy brought a photo- 
graph book, and, after the child had with much care and 
setting straight and patting into shape laid the antimacassar 
on the middle of a little round gypsy table, set it thereon. 

“ It’s vewry nice, and I shall always pwrize it,” he told 
her. “ And now you must go and buy yourself some 
sweeties.” 

He pat two bright half-crowns into her hand, and Jack 
felt herself dismissed. 

“ I didn’t want no money — ” she began. 

“ Oh, no; but you will be able to buy yourself sweeties, 
or anything. ” 

She knew by his tone that it was no use going against 
him, so she edged away to the door, with a shy “ Thank 
you, sir,” and then asked a question. 

“ Please, sir, may I give one of these to Polly Arm- 
strong?’ ’ 

Lucy looked at her. “ Who is she?” 

“ Please, sir, the girl what showed me — ” 

“ Oh, yes, yes, I wremember; to be sure; do what you 
like with them. Good-bye, Jack, and many tha — nks. ” 


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So Jack went away, her heart beating wildly, her cheeks 
flushed, her eyes shining with jjride and pleasure. Outside 
the ofticers’ quarters she found Polly Armstrong awaiting 
her M’ith an anxious face. 

“ What a time you ^ave been, Jack!^'’ she burst out. 

Jack lifted her face radiant with joy, and pushed the 
masses of her straight black hair away from it, but she did 
not speak. 

‘‘ Is it all right? Did any one see you?^^ Polly asked. 

“ He did,” said Jack, imiiressively. 

“ ^Yl^at! Cajstain Luc}’?” cried Polly, in tones of genu- 
ine horror. 

Jack nodded. “ Yes, the capthi. I left you, you know, 
Polly,” she said, suddenly dropjung her mysterious air 
and tone, and settling herself down for a comfortable cozy 
gossip of the most confidential kind, “ and 1 sneaked up 
the stairs and listened. Well, I ’adn^t been there a minute 
^fore I see Cooper come out and go across the passage in 
the room opposite. In a minute more he come back again, 
and goes back into the capt’u’s quarters. So I jest waited, 
and by hi bye out ""e comes, and goes away by the other 
stairs a- whistling with his "ands in his 2 )Ockets. Now’s my 
chance, I thinks, so I jest popped in and pushed the door 
open. Well, I put the parcel in the middle of the taible, 
and then I flunks, well, there ain’t no ’arm m jest looking 
raound, when I ’ear a step outside, and in bounces — the 
capt’n.” 

“ Oh, my!” exclaimed Polly Armstrong, with a shiver. 
“ And what then?” 

“Oh! the capt’n, ’e says, ‘ Hillo,’ says ’e — ‘ what the 


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devil do you want?’ and then he catches sight of the parcel 
on the taible, and ’e says, ‘ Why, you’re ’Enderson’s girl 
Jack! And what’s this?’ ’e says — ‘ ’ave you been bwring- 
ing me a pwresent?’ And then, of course, he opens it, 
and was as pleased as pleased over it. And ’e put it on a 
little raound taible, and sets a big green and gold halbum 
on it, and then ’e give me these ’ere ” — at this jjoiiit Jack 
opened her hand and displayed the two shining half-crowns. 
“ One’s for you,” said she, as Polly uttered an exclama- 
tion of surprise. 

“ Did the capt’n say so?” she asked, eagerly. 

Jack shook her head. “No; ’e said I was to do jest 
what I liked with ’em — but, Polly, I told ’im as ’twas you 
showed me ’ow to do it. ” 

“ You did?” cried Polly, with bated breath. 

“ I did,” asserted Jack. 

“ And what did the capt’n say to that?” 

“ Well, ’e didn’t say nothing,” returned Jack, with un- 
conscious, but none the less for that, crushing plainness. 

Polly had to swallow her disappointment as best she 
could, and she did it bravely. She knew that it was not 
given to every boy or girl in barracks to come so imme- 
diately under the notice of one of the officers as Jack 
Henderson had had the good luck to do; and then, doubt- 
less, the sharp edge was rather taken off the slight by 
the sight of the solid, substantial half-crowns in Jack’s 
hand. 

“ I told the capt’n I should give one to you, Polly,” Jack 
continued, “ and ’e said, ‘ All wright,’ said ’e, ‘ do jest 
what you like. ’ ” 


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So Polly Armstrong took the half-crown with many ex- 
pressions of gratitude, for half-crowns are not every-day 
matters among children in barracks; and from that mo- 
ment she took also an inferior position in the intercourse 
between the two girls, not unnaturally, for Jack was on all 
occasions able to quote her capt’n as a good and sufficient 
reason for being put always at the top of the tree. In fact 
Polly only saved herself from a state of abject slavery by 
putting one more question to Jack on the subject of her 
adventure. 

“ Jack,^’ she said, abruptly, “ did you courtesy to the 
capt^n -when you came away?” 

“ No!^^ faltered Jack, in a very small voice. 

“ Then, ” retorted Polly, with crushing emphasis, “he 
would think as you hadiPt no manners. 

Poor Jack’s heart seemed to turn to water within her. 
She felt undone — crushed — abject. Oh! to think she should 
go and spoil all by such a tiling as that! 

But when she began to feel a little less “ squashed,” she 
began also to congratulate herself on having kejit a little 
of her interview with Captain Lucy to herself. She had 
not intended to be in any way deceitful or not to fully con- 
fide in Polly, but when it came to repeating the interview 
word for word, well, it was not unnatural that she should 
hesitate to recount what had been so bitter a pang for her. 
In her excitement she gave Polly the agreeable part of the 
scene, and just let that which was not agreeable slide away 
into the very deepest recesses of her memory. 

But she took warning by Polly’s question, and — to Lucy’s 
intense dismay — began a course of courtesying which very 


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soon made him dread the mere sight of the cliild. For 
wherever he was, and whoever he was with, there, sooQer or 
later, appeared Henderson ^s little girl Jack; and no sooner 
did Jack catch sight of him than she proceeded at once to 
shorten her shm little person to about half its natural 
height by means of a sudden dexterous dip. 

How Lucy got to dread those dips! 

But he had to endure them, and the unmerciful chalf 
which came in their train. 

“ I say, Lucy, what^s the meaning of all the brats in 
barracks making bob-courtesies to you?^^ asked Garnet one 
day, when Jack had executed a solemn salute, on passing 
several officers, of whom her capt^u wa.s one. 

Lucy — as he afterward said like a fool — explained it in 
his own graphic manner. 

“ The fa — ct is,^^ he said, “ I saved Pwrivate Hender- 
son ^s little girl from his bwrute of a wife — the child’s step- 
mother that is; the bwrute had beaten her for her own 
fault and turned the j^oor little wretch out into the pouring* 
wrain — pwrobably thought she’d get rid of the 230or little 
devil. Well, I just went in and — er — put a stojD to it; told 
the bwrute if it occurred again I’d — er — have her taken off 
the stwrength at once. That’s all. I suppose the poor 
little beg — gar finds life more endurable, and the bob- 
courtesy is the — er — wresult.” 

“Poor little devil!” said Garnet. “Some of these 
youngsters get the life of — well! well! I’m glad you stopjied 
it; Henderson’s wife is, as you say, a regular brute.” 

“ But,” struck in Miles, “ only think of old Lucy sud- 
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of thing was altogether out of your line, old fellow. I don’t 
think I’d go in for it, if I were you, Lucy — not at your 
time of life and with your proclivities — I wouldn’t really. 
It don’t seem to fit in with you somehow!” 

“Er — don’t worwry yourself about it,” returned Lucy, 
sweetly. 

“ You’re not going to take a class in the Sunday-school, 
are you?” Miles persisted. 

“ Might do worse,” returned Lucy, in his most imper- 
turbable manner, but with a heart brimful and running 
over with intense disgust. 

Oh, lor’! Have you ever been to a Sunday-school?” 

“ Yev — ah!” with emphasis. 

‘‘Ah! well — /have I was once awfully in love with a 
girl — engaged to her, too, by Jove! She was pretty and 
rich and nice — but she was good. I couldn’t stand that, 
somehow.” 

“ I can quite understand that,” jjut in Garnet. 

“ Yes, colonel, I’ve no doubt — but this girl was veiy 
good, Thought it wicked to look at a novel on Sunday; 
worse to play more than a hymn on a piano. I don’t like 
hymns on a piano,” Miles continued, reflectively; “ I like 
’em in church with a good congregation. But this girl 
was very good — came of a liigh-minded family. ” 

“ Then she wouldn’t suit you,” said Lucy, dryly. 

“ You’re right, Lucy; she didn’t; and her people suited 
me less. I remember once coming home from church with 
a very high-minded yoimg brother of hers, who told me in 
a pompous tone of rebuke that it was bad to iiidulge in 
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*—lie knew some people who never uttered a word until 
after they had reached their own homes/’ 

“ What did you say to that. Miles?” asked Power. 

“Me? I said ‘Oh!’” 

“ AYhere’s the point of the stowry?” asked Lucy, plaint- 
ively. 

“It’s to come — that day it came a minute after I said 
‘ Oh!’ for this joker happened to hit his foot rather a crack 
against a big stone. ‘ Damn the stone!’ said he; then 
looked at me and said: ‘ Oh! I beg your pardon. ’ ‘Not 
at all, my dear chap,’ said I; ‘ I don’t mind at all — in fact, 
I rather like it. ’ 

“Oh!” he continued, shaking his head — “they were 
quite too holy a set for me. And somehow that sort of 
thing seems to suit old Lucy just about as well as it suited 
me.” 


CHAPTEE Vll. 

MEG MEKRILIES. 

Till at length the burden seems 
Greater than our strength can bear; 

Hea^7^ as the weight of dreams, 

Pressing on us everywhere. 

Something left Undone. 

The two rooms which constituted Lucy’s quarters were 
about the best “ got up ” of any in the barracks. They 
were not extravagant nor yet foolish, but they were com- 
fortable d,nd pretty. A good Wilton carpet covered the 
floor of the sitting-room, and a good blue cloth, with a line 


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of gold round the edge thereof and a charming monogran\ 
in gold at one comer, covered the table; the floor had been 
stained and varnished, and the top of the table was a pack- 
ing-case into which fitted very indifferent mahogany legs, 
but the effect of the whole was very good. There was a 
pretty velvet-covered over-mantel arrangement on which 
was displayed a good collection of war medals and decora- 
tions, and some dozen or so of good miniatures; and there 
were eight or ten photographs in velvet frames also — one 
of Lucy’s sister, Mrs. Arkwright; one of his old chum, 
Algernon Ferrers, better known as Booties; one of his wife 
— Mrs. Ferrers, that is; and the largest and best of all, a 
beautiful portrait on porcelain of his little sweetheart, 
Mignon. And there one soft April morning stood Lucy 
himself, his eyes fixed on the great fire roaring as fires in 
barracks generally do, half way up the chimney, his face 
clouded with vexation, his brows drawn together, and his 
whole air one of intense annoyance. Truth to tell, Lucy 
had never been more heartily disgusted in his life than he 
was at that moment, and the cause of it was the poor little 
barrack bairn who was called Jack Henderson. For Lucy, 
coming from the office in all the glory of a gold -laced shell- 
jacket and a silver-mounted riding- whip, had seen what he 
called “that dwreadful child” flying toward him from 
afar, her thin arms and legs revolving very much like the 
sails of a windmill gone wrong m its mind, her long lank 
black hair floating on the breeze, and her face full of ex- 
citement lest she should miss the chance of saluting “ her 
capt’n ’ with the usual bob-courtesy. 

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and Miles in a group; so without a moment^s hesitation 
Lucy just turned tail and bolted, but, worse luck, not be- 
fore the group of three had seen something of which they 
made an immense joke, and which was funny enough to 
cause a right royal shout to ring out over the square; it 
was ringing in Lucy^s ears at that moment. 

“It’s the ve wry devil!” Lucy exclaimed, as he banged 
the door behind him; “ enough to make a man wrepent of 
having ever done anything for anybody. ’Pon my soul, 
that child is getting a jjerfect curse to me; if it goes on 
much further, why, deuce take it! I shall have to exchange, 
’pon my soul I shall. ” 

Of course it would have been a very simple way out of 
the annoyance, and one in which most men would have 
taken refuge, to stop the child one day and say, “ Hi, little 
girl, don’t make that courtesy whenever and wherever you 
happen to meet me. ” In truth, he had thought of it more 
than once, but his was a nature which shrunk from inflict- 
ing pain upon the hearts of anything beneath him; though, 
as his brother officers could testify, to his equals Lucy was 
often as merciless as steel, cold steel. 

Well, it was certain he could not stay in his quarters all 
the day, so he pulled himself together and went to lunch, 

* for which the bugle had just sounded. And as soon as he 
showed his face within the mess-room he realized that he 
was in for an unusually severe storm of chaff. 

“ Here he is!” exclaimed one. 

“ Why, Lucy cried another. 

Lucy put on his armor of sweet serenity. 

“ Eh.'” he asked, placidly. 


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“ Eh!^^ repeated Preston. ‘‘ Well, I like that. ” 

“ Why?^^ Lucy asked, in his mildest tone. 

“ Why? Well, why did you turn tail and bolt just now?^' 
Preston persisted, amid the laughter of a dozen officers. 

Lucy^s face was a perfect picture of bewildered inno- 
cence. “ Why, Pwreston,^’ he exclaimed, “ what on earth 
are you talking about. 

“ It was the finest thing,” Miles struck in, unable to 
keep out of the conversation any longer. “ Preston and 
I were talking to old Garnet over there,” — jerking his 
thumb over in the direction of the stables to the right of 
the square — “ when old Lucy came out of the office, look- 
ing as trim as a yacht going for the Queen^s prize at Cowes. 
By Jove, he’d got his best jacket on to-day, and the sun was 
shining on his bright boots and on the mountings of his 
whip, till, ’pon my word, he looked like" the Mikado of 
Japan, or something equally grand and gorgeous. Well, 
he was coming sailing down the square, when suddenly that 
little Meg Merrilies who’s always running after him caught 
a glimpse of him, and set off at a sling trot in a slanting 
direction across the green so as to catch him before he got 
to us. Well, as soon as old Lucy saw her he simply turned 
tail and bolted off in the direction of his own stables. For 
a minute Meg was baffled, and then she threw her head up 
with a yelp and gave chase. ’Pon my soul,” Miles ended, 
“ to see that little imp chasing Lucy across the square was 
the funniest thing that has come in my way for years.” 

“Oh! vewry funny,” laughed Lucy. “ Poor old Miles 
always has the best jokes in the world. But somehow no- 
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self. Now, if you fellows wreally want to hear a decent 
joke I can tell you one.’^ 

“ Go on,” shouted half a dozen voices together. 

“ I met Home of the White Horse the other day when I 
Avas in town/^ Lucy began, thus encouraged to tell his 
little tale, “ who told me that the Wroyal Horse are having 
a fancy ball next month at Warnecliffe. Seems there’s a 
man in the Wroyal Horse called Vansittart — vewry dirty 
chap.” 

“Yes, ‘Dirty Van,’ ” cried Power. “We know. Go 
on.” 

“ This chap asked Cwritchley — Major, you know — the 
other day, what chawracter he would advise him to take 
for it. 

“ ‘ Why, my de — ah chap,’ said Cwritchley, ‘go in a 
clean shirt — nobody ’d know you.’ ” 

“By Jove! I wonder how D.V. liked that?” exclaimed 
Power. “ I know the beggar well; was at Charterhouse 
with him. And he was a dirty brute, no mistake about it. 
I remember once old Booties was asked to stop at a big 
house in Yorkshire. ‘ Come to us on the 3d, dear Captain 
Perrers,’ said the hostess. ‘ I’m afraid I have to go to 
Mount joy on the 4th,’ said Booties. ‘You couldn’t do 
with me a couple of days earlier, could you. Lady Gwen- 
dolyn?’ ‘ I’m very much afraid I can not manage it,’ said 
Lady Gwendolyn, ‘ for the house is full, cpiitefull; and the 
first who goes is Mr. Vansittart, on the morning of the 3d.’ 

‘ Oh! Van goes then, does he. Lady Gwendolyn?’ returned 
Booties, coolly. ‘ Well, if you don’t mind, if I’ve got to 
sleep in a room after Van, I’d rather have somebody in be- 


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tween, ^ and old Booties went gayly off to Mount joy, and 
stayed there a fortnight. 

In tills way the tide of chaff was turned away from Lucy 
on to the unfortunate Yansittart of the Koyal Horse, and 
Lucy was able to breathe in iieace during the rest of lunch- 
eon-time. But before the day was over they were at him 
again, for unfortunately he walked down to the club in 
company with Colonel Garnet and Power, and when pass- 
ing over Castle Mills Bridge came upon the luckless Jack, 
who was sitting on the jiarapet thereof, in company with 
half a dozen other barrack bairns. When Lucy caught . 
sight of the great black eyes and dark streaming hair of the 
child whom he h^ befriended, he turned his head sharply 
ill the other direction, and became all at once very deeply 
and intensely interested in the great pile of buildings which 
raise their roofs above the castle wall. 

But in vain. No sooner did Jack see him than she 
slipped off the parapet and began executing a series of wild 
courtesies, in which circumstances she looked — as she stood 
in the midst of a row of children — just like one of those 
little wooden doll-looking things which .you find inside a 
piano, and which bob up and down as you touch the 
keys. 

Of course neither old Garnet — I call him in the old fa- 
miliar way, as in the days when he couldn^t get promotion, 
and used to be told by the cheeky young subalterns, 
“Never mind, Mr. Garnet, never you mind, Mr. Garnet, 
sir, you’ll soon be dead, and then you’ll be as well off as 
any of ’em ” — nor Power could spare Lucy the infliction of 
this little comedy, therefore they promptly and simultane- 


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ously -woke him up by a sharp application of theii* elbows 
on either side of him; and as with the best intentions in the 
wide world and the most stoical indifference to suffering 
you can not withstand more than a certain amount of el- 
bows prodded violently into your ribs, Lucy was obliged to 
withdraw his interest from the castle and apparently wake 
up to a realization of passing events; and no sooner did he 
turn his head toward the row of barrack bairns than they 
one and all — the others doubtless fired by the brilliant ex- 
ample of Jack — began the same little piano-dolly st3de of 
performance as Jack had initiated. 

‘ ‘ Aw! How d^ do:’^ returned Lucy in answer, fluttered 
perhaps for the first time in his life. 

Hip — dip — dip — went the half-dozen shabby little figures 
again, while radiant smiles lighted up all the little faces. 

“ How d^ do? How d’ do?’^ said Lucy again, and 
stalked on, groaning in the spirit and heartily cursing the 
day that fate ever led him into Jack Henderson^s path. 
The others were highly elated. 

“'Why, bless me, Liicy^^ — began old Garnet, in an 
unctuous kind of tone — it^s growing quite interesting to 
walk down the street with you. 

Like a royal progress,^ ^ struck in Power. 

Ah!^^ murmured Luc}’’, finding that they paused, ap- 
parently for him to reply. 

Is that your Sunday-school class?’^ old Garnet asked, 
in the mild tone of one really anxious for information. 

You remind me of old — er — struck iu Power, with- 
out giving Lucy time to speak — “ old — er — yes, what d’ye 
call him — the— er — fellow who had so many youngsters— 


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old — er — why, bless me, you begin to look the part already 
— like — er — ’’ 

“ The devil between two sticks?” suggested Lucy, gently, 
and with a quiet laugh. “ I say, you fellows, it^s all very 
funny, I know, but I do wish you^d stop nagging at me 
about that bwrat — it’s got monotonous. ” 


CHAPTER YIII. 

ROOTLES. 

We spake of many a vanished scene, 

Of Avhat we once had thought and said, 

Of what had been, and might have been. 

And who was changed, and who was dead. 

2'he Fire of Drift-wood. 

A FEW days after this Lucy appeared in the anteroom 
with an open letter in his hand. 

“ Booties is coming to-day,” he announced. 

“ By J ove ! you don’ t mean it? Does he stay in barracks?” 

‘‘ Yes; lieTl have Alison’s rooms; he’s going to stay 
thwree days. ” 

‘‘ And who puts Mignon up?” Preston asked. 

“Oh! Mrs. Gwray, of course,” Lucy answered. 

And sure enough, a few hours later. Booties came — came 
and was hailed with extravagant expressions of joy by one 
and all. 

“ Dear old chap — how are you?” cried Miles. 

“ You’re getting fat. Booties,” exclaimed Allardyce — 
“ you should knock off the liquor, old fellow. You don’t 
know how much better you’d be for it.” 


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“ No, perhaps not, colonel,^ ^ was Booties’s cheery an- 
swer. “You must have a talk to Brandon about it; he is 
my keeper, you know, in a spiritual sense.” 

“ Oh I Brandon is simply incorrigible,” said the com- 
manding officer, shaking his head dolefully. “ I can not 
make the very faintest impression on him; he’s altogether 
be3'ond my skill or eloquence.” 

“ AVhich doesn’t prove him to be very far away,” mut- 
tered Miles, in an under- tone to Power. 

“ Gad, no, that’s true. I wonder when we shall manage 
to get a word with old Booties?” 

Miles shrugged his shoulders. “ Oh, Heaven knows,” 
heaving a long sigh; “ by Jove, what a bore a proser is! I 
hope I shall die before I get to be such a driveling idiot as 
Allardyce is. ” 

“ You will, unless you get softening of the brain,” 
laughed Power, in a whisper. 

“ And how was Brandon when you left?” broke in old 
Garnet, in a brave attempt to divert the conversation from 
the commanding officer’s favorite subject. 

“ Pretty fit, I think. What a dear old chap it is!” cried 
Booties, heartily. “ He drove down to the station with us, 
and went back with the missus. Sent his best respects to 
all of you. ” 

“ Thanks — thanks awfully. And how’s Mrs. Booties?” 

“ Very well, indeed, thanks, and looking forward to her 
trip across the herring-pond with great delight.” 

“Yes? Ah! I hope you’ll both enjoy it. How is it 
Mignon’s not going too?” 

“ Well, the child’s such a wretched sailor; she went out 


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to Malta with us in the winter and suffered horribly. ^Pon 
my word, I was glad to bring her home by land. She flatly 
declined going this time, so we were very glad when Mrs. 
Gray asked her to pay them a long visit, and Mignon^s sat- 
isfaction at ‘ coming home ^ again is unbounded. 

“Not more than ours is to have her,'^ said one or two 
men together, and then Power asked his old comrade how 
they had enjoyed the trip to Malta. . 

“ Fairly well,^^ Booties answered. “ They were rather a 
slow lot on board, unfortunately. In fact, there was only 
one bride — a very short allowance, you know; she was des- 
perately spooney, and gave herself insufferable airs; pro- 
claimed that she was the only lady on board, which set one 
or two married men^s backs up. No, not mine, for the 
missus had been dancing attendance on Mignon and hadn’t 
shown at all. But at the same time I thought it was rather 
rough on the other ladies, so I joined the opposition and 
made myself as unpleasant as I could.” 

“ Bid you, though? And how did you manage that, old 
fellow?” Garnet asked, for making himself unpleasant was 
not a common habit of Booties. 

Booties laughed. “ Well, I made myself obnoxious in a 
variety of ways; for instance, I used to get up early, des- 
perately early, and send every blessed waiter and servant I 
could find to knock hard at their cabin-door and ask if they 
were ready for tea. I sent fourteen of one sort or another 
one morning. Lord, how Fluffe did swear!” with a gay 
laugh at the remembrance of it. 

“Was Fluffe he or she?” inquired Miles. 

“ Oh! he. She was ‘ Gerty darling!’ By the way, it 


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got to be a sort of by-word all over the ship — if a fellow 
wanted the loan of a cigarette, he would just ste]) up to 
another and say, ‘ Gerty darling, can you lend me a cigar- 
ette?^ — and one day, just after we left Gib, a little chap be- 
longing to the Third Eoyal Irish, little perky chap with a 
sharp cheeky voice, suddenly laid hold of Fluffe, and clean 
forgetting what the origin of the joke had been, said, ‘ I 
say, Gerty darling, can you give me a bit of string?^ 

“ Fluffe glared at him in speechless rage for a min- 
ute, and then blurted out, ‘ What the devil d^you mean, 
sir?^ 

‘ Hey?’ inquired the other — then remembered — ‘ Oh! 
— er — only wanted a bit of string,’ he said, innocently; 
‘ but if you haven’t such a thing about you, I dare say the 
steward can oblige me.’ 

‘‘ I thought Fluffe was going to have a fit on the strength 
of it; he stared at the little chap for a moment as if he 
couldn’t make up his mind which end to begin eating him 
at, and then he turned on his heel and off he went down- 
stairs — I love to say upstairs and down-stairs on board ship, 
it riles the sailors so awfully — to his cabin, banging the 
door after him as if he was trying to shiver it to splinters. 
I took the opportunity, ” Booties added, in a casual sort of 
tone — ‘‘ of making myself particularly disagreeable to liim, 
for instead of sending servants to ask if they were ready for 
afternoon tea, I sent the tea instead. I believe I sent eleven 
lots altogether. ” 

“ Fluffe must have loved you. Booties,” laughed Preston. 

“ No, I don’t think he did, somehow,” Booties answered. 
“ From the very first, Fluffie did not take to me. I don’t 


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know why, I^m sure. His wife never attempted to dis- 
guise the fact that she thought me a most detestable 
person. 

“ I dare say she did; you know you can be very nasty 
when you like,^^ said Miles, laughing. “ Look how fear- 
fully you used to sit upon me in the old days!'’ 

“ I did it for your good,” answered Booties, with promp- 
titude and a pious air. 

“Oh! I’ve no doubt. Well, how long are you going to 
stay?’ ’ 

“ Three days,” answered Booties. 

“ Three days! why, that’s like nothing! Are you dining 
with the Grays or with us to-night?” 

“Oh! I’m coming to you, if I may. Mrs. Gray has 
given me leave to dine at mess each night. But I prom- 
ised to go back to tea — she has people this afternoon. Any 
of you coming with me?” 

“ I am,” answered Lucy; “ I’m going to see my sweet- 
heart.” 

“Very well, come along,” said Booties, cheerily. “ Are 
any of you coming?” addressing the others. 

The answers he received were as diverse as the forms of 
the Christian religion; but as those forms all keep one and 
the same goal in view, so did the answers all tend to one 
end — that of excuse. 

“ Mrs. Gray — oh! well. Booties,” began the colonel, 
briskly, “ I should like to go with you, of course, but the 
fact is, I’ve promised to address a meeting in the town to- 
night, and must have an hour to myself to look up my 
facts, you know — yes, one must have facts — nothing like 


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setting your house upon a rock. Make my excuses to Mrs. 
Gray, if she asks for me, won’t you? Good-bye, old fellow; 
very glad to see you again. Always delighted to see an 
old face, and yours above all others. Only wish I could 
bring you to see things in a different light, you know. 
Good-bye, good-bye.” 

“That’s what the colonel calls a word in season,” re- 
marked Miles, dryly. “ You’ve heard the last joke about 
him. Booties?” 

“ No, I haven’t.” 

“ By Jove! you don’t mean it? I thought everybody 
had heard of it by this time. Well, the chief went to a 
levee the other day, thought he’d put in his usual word in 
season, I dare say, for he was so abstracted when he went 
in, that instead of keeping his wits about him, he did a 
sjDread-eagle on the floor just at • the royal feet. ‘Why, 
Colonel Allardice,’ said his royal highness, with a twinkle 
in his eye, ‘ I’m sorry to see you like this.’ Since then,” 
Miles ended, “ we have had two schools of thought on the 
subject: one consisting of the colonel and Colonel Garnet, 
who both think H. B. H. meant to imply that the chief was 
screwed — the other, consisting of all the rest of us, who 
tell the chief he only meant to express regret for the fall. 
We all assure the chief several times every day that it 
couldn’t be otherwise; but he refuses to be comforted. And 
it never seems to enter his head that a little mild poke at 
his ‘ principles ’ was at the bottom of it.” 

Booties laughed heartily. “ I shall tell him I saw he 
had been at the last levee,” he exclaimed. “Welfare 
any of you coming?” 


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“ I think not to-day. Booties, old. fellow, as you^re din- 
ing here to-night, answered old Garnet. 

“ Got a lot of letters— must write ^em,’^ said Miles. 

“ Booked for a couple of teas already,^’ said Preston. 

“ Oh, I called yesterday,^'’ said Power. 

On the whole. Booties was perhaps more surprised than 
he had ever been in the whole of his life. When he had 
left the Scarlet Lancers, little Mrs. Gray had been quite 
the most popular lady in the regiment. And to come back 
and find so great and marked a change — it was incredible. 
However, the next excuser threw a light on the mystery. 

“ Fact is,^^ he blurted out, “ Pd like to go awfully, but 
I really can not stand that ghoul that hangs round about 
Mrs. Gray at all times and seasons. I really can not.^^ 

“ Who is she?^’ Booties asked. 

“ Oh, a girl who has got to know Mrs. Gwray, and sticks 
to her like a limpet,^’ Lucy replied. “ Well, /don’t par- 
ticularly mind the limpet; so come along. Booties. 

“ She wreally is a dwreadful cwreature,” he told his old 
friend as they walked across the square. “ I don’t know, 
I’m sure, wliat the idea of her devotion to Mrs. Gwray is. 
All the same, it’s a bore for Mrs. Gwray, who is just about 
too good-natured to live. Pwreston insists that she has de- 
signs upon Miles, but for my part I should be inclined to 
give the palm in favor of old Garnet. I dare say she’ll be 
utterly devoted to Mignon whilst she is hewre.” 

“ I see,” returned Booties, with a mental resolve that he 
would give Mignon a hint not to encourage the lady in 
question. 

Just at that moment a troop of children came flying 


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round the corner at racing speed. Jack among them, and, 
as usual, as soon as she caught sight of Lucy, she stopped 
short and treated liim to a florid display of her piano-dolly 
system of saluting. 

“Good heavens, Lucy!^^ ejaculated Booties, to whom 
this sort of thing was entirely new. 

“ Aw — how d^ do? Good-day,^ said Lucy, with a wave 
of the hand to the young person of the elf-like locks and 
black wild eyes; and then, they having got well past the 
youngsters, he turned to Booties and added, in a tone of 
impressive misery, “ Booties, old man, that bwrat is the 
vewry curse of my life!^^ 

For the very soul of him Booties could not help laugliing, 
but a moment later he asked, in a very sympathetic tone, 
“ Why, old fellow, how is it? What does it all mean?’^ 

“ It^s just this,’^ Lucy answered, with a groan. “A 
little while ago I did a good action, but, d — n me! I’ve 
wrued the day ever since.” 

“ AVhy, Lucy!” in surprise. 

“Yes, it’s twrue,” with a doleful shake of the head. 
“ It was in this way. Booties. I pwromised to look after 
a dog belonging to one of the feUows, and one fearfully wet 
night, just before mess, I went down to see the cwreature, 
and found a child out in the wrain cwrying bitterly. I 
found she’d been beaten by the bwrute of a step-mother — 
you know what a woman is when she is jealous as death 
and as mean as the gwrave — and I just put a stop to it 
once for all. But,” with a long sigh, “ fwrom that day to 
tliis that child has been the vewry curse of my life. I’ve 
no doubt the poor little devil is — er— gwratef ul and all that. 


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you know — but IVe got so blooming sick of her gwrati- 
tude, you don^t know.^^ 

“But how? AVhy?^» 

“How? Because she haunts me — dogs my footsteps — 
waits and watches for me from morning till night; and 
when she catches me, which is at least a dozen times a day, 
she twreats me to that-dip-courtesy style of thing that you 
saw just now.” 

“ But why don^t you stop it?’^ Booties asked. 

“ I canH stop it,^' returned Lucy, fretfully — “ how can 
I? The poor little devil is taught to make her obedience to 
her betters, and I canT go and deliberately wrevolutionize 
all her fixed ideas at one blow. And • the child means well 
too. She — she worked me an antimacassar.^^ 

“ By Jove, you don't say so!" 

“ But I do; and — Oh, well!" — with another groan — 
“ I shall have to bear it, or — or — exchange, or wretire, or 
something. If Mignon was old enough, I should get mar- 
wried at once and leave, for, as times go now, life isn't 
worth living. HoUo, there's my sweetheart at the win- 
dow!" 

A moment later they had entered the house, and Mignon 
came flying down the stairs to meet them. Lucy’s face 
brightened instantly. 

“ Why — er — Mignon, my sweetheart," he cried. 

Mignon flung her arms round his neck. 

“ Dear Lai, I've come home again," she whispered. 

“ Nay — the Court is your home now," said Lucy, with a 
soft laugh. 

Mignon looked at Booties. 


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“ Well, the Court is very nice,^^ she answered; “ and of 
course it’s mother’s home, you know, but Booties and I, 
we always call the regiment ‘ home;’ don’t we. Booties?” 

“ Always,” answered Booties, with a laugh. 

Mignon put her hand within Lucy’s arm, aud drew him 
upstairs. “ 6ome up, Lai; Mrs. Gray’s got a hot muffin 
for you,” she told him; so they went upstairs together. 

Mrs. Gray got up from her tea-table to greet Lucy, and 
then Booties began to get a sort of idea of the reason his 
old comrades one and all had for shunning Mrs. Gray’s 
drawing-room now. For the young lady who was known 
among the officers of the Scarlet Lancers as “ the Ghoul ” 
had arrived, and was in full war-paint and high feather, 
waiting for conquest. 

“Let me pour out the tea for you, dear Mrs. Gray,” 
she began; “ I know just what Captain Lucy likes — two 
lumps of sugar and heaps of cream — don’t you. Captain 
Lucy?’ ’ with a fetching glance, which ijroved almost too 
much for Booties’s powers of self-command. 

Lucy went and stood by the table until she should have 
poured the tea out. Miss Dudley — for such was “the 
Ghoul’s ” proper name — had not often such a good chance 
of- showing off her powers of coquetiy and fascination, and 
she lengthened the pleasant little office out as far as possi- 
ble. 

And Mignon, still keeping tight hold of her Lai’s arm, 
watched her with her sweet sapphire-colored eyes wide open. 
Miss Dudley was disgusted. What girl, she asked herself 
— yes, she called herself a girl still, though she was a good 
deal older than Lucy — could have a fair chance of making 


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any impression on a man, with that dreadful child with her 
great wide-oj)en eyes staring at her all the time? Hoav she 
wished she would go away! But Mignon, having not the 
very smallest intention of deserting her Lai for a single 
moment, did nothing of the kind, but waited, in open 
wonder at the lady’s manners, until she should give them 
their tea and let them go off to the window and enjoy it in 
peace. 

“ Mignon, my sweetheart,” said Lucy, “did you — er — 
wait to have tea with me?” 

“ Well, not quite, Lai,” in a tone of apology. “ I was 
so thirsty I couldn’t; but I only had a little cup. ” 

“ That’s wright.” 

“ Do you want a cup of tea, my dear?” said Miss Dud- 
ley, addressing poor Mignon in a distant and patronizing 
sort of tone. 

“If you please,” answered Mignon, politely. Then 
seeing that she laid the sugar-tongs down after giv^ing her 
but one lump, added, Two lumps, if you please. ” 

Miss Dudley measured her with her ghoul-like eye. 
“ Little girls,” she said, severely, “ should take what is 
given to them; if you were my little girl I should not allow 
you to have any likes and dislikes, ” and as she spoke she 
filled the cup nearly to the brim with tea. “ I am afraid,” 
she said, as she added the cream in very small proportion, 
“ your mother spoils you, my dear.” 

“ My mother is very pretty,” returned Mignon, prompt- 
ly- 

Lucy turned sharply away to hide the laughter which 
curled his lips. He crossed the room to the large bay-win- 


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(low, and set his cup of tea on a little table, then went back 
to the tea-tray just in time to hear Mignon add, “ And my 
mother likes to make everyhody hapj^y, if she can.’^ 

“ Mignon, you have that cup,’^ said Lucy, anxious to get 
her away lest her fearless, outspoken tongue might lead 
her into saying more than would be expedient. And then 
he took up the cup which Miss Dudley had made for the 
child, and went off with it and a plate of muffins which the 
servant had just brought in. 

“Captain Lucy, Captain Lucy,'^ called “the Ghoul 
after him, “ there is neither sugar nor cream enough in 
that cup for you.’^ 

Lucy looked back serenely. “ If iCs good enough for 
my sweetheart. Miss Dudley, it’s quite good enough for 
me,” he said, sweetly, and went on his way to join Mign- 
on, leaving Miss Dudley, to use an expressive phrase, 
“ struck all of a heap.” 

“ Lai,” whispered Mignon, “ I don’t like her.” 

Lucy shrugged his shoulders without replying further. 

“ She is rude,” Mignon persisted. 

“ Never mind,” returned Lucy, wondering, as he looked 
at the exquisite angelic face, with its aureole of bright 
golden hair and its great shining saiDphire-colored eyes, how 
any woman on earth could show such petty meanness as to 
try to snub and slight her. “ Never mind, my sweetheart, 
let us talk about something else.” 

Now Mignon was at all times intensely interested in the 
smallest and most insignificant items of barrack news, so 
Lucy told her everything he could think of that had hap- 
pened to anything or anybody lately, and finally wound up 


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by telling her all about Jack, and how she had worked him 
an antimacassar. 

Mignon was deej^ly interested. 

“ Her step-mother must have been something like her/^ 
nodding her bright head in Miss Dudley ^s direction. 

“Hush — h!’^ murmured Lucy, in warning. “ I’m go- 
ing for some more tea. Will you come and make it for 
me, since Miss Dudley has deserted the board?” 

Almost every head in the room was turned to watch the 
lovely child go to the table with the handsome soldier beside 
her, and only one pair of eyes were not brimful of admira- 
tion, She was just eleven years old, tall and slim and full 
of grace as a kitten, with an exquisite little face, fair as a 
flower and framed in masses of waring, curling, golden 
hair. She was quite plainly dressed in a blue velvet frock 
just the color of her eyes, coming to the knees without a 
flounce or frill, and her only ornament was a little gold 
brooch with the word “ Mignon ” upon it — a brooch which 
had been Lucy’s gift. What a lovely child she was, people 
whispered to one another. It was no wonder that Cai^tain 
Lucy was so fond of her, and always declared he meant to 
marry her — no wonder at all! 

By the time the long hand of the little traveling clock on 
the chimney-shelf readied the quarter to seven Mrs. Gray’s 
guests had all departed — witli the exception of Miss Dud- 
ley, who made a practice there, as m most other places, of 
hanging to the last minute. Major Gray and Booties went 
up to dress then, as they were both going back with Lucy, 
and presently came down again, one resplendent in mess 
dress, the other in plain evening clothes. 


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“Oh, Mignon,^' said Lucy, suddenly, “have you 
bwrought your habit? For I^ve got a pony for you. ” 

“ How jolly!” Mignon cried. “ Oh, yes, Lai; I brought 
my habit, of course.” 

“ Can you spare her to-morwrow, Mrs. Gwray?” he 
asked of the major^s wife. 

“ Oh, yes!” 

“ Many thanks. Power has a mount for you. Booties,” 
Lucy continued; “so pewrhaps you’ll come out to-mor- 
wrow morning.” 

“ All right. We shall be charmed, eh, Mignon?” an- 
swered Booties. “ Shall we say ten o’clock? If that won’t 
be inconvenient to you, Mrs. Gray.” 

“ Not at all,” Mrs. Gray replied. And so it was settled. 

And then Mrs. Gray and Mignon went to the door to see 
them off, never noticing a forlorn little figure who had 
tracked Lucy to the house, and was standing then clinging 
to the lamp-post. 

“ He ain’t got so much as a look for me, now as Miss 
Meenon’s come,” she muttered, with a long sigh. “Ay, 

I feel just as if 1 could do for ’er.” 


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mignon’s secret. 


CHAPTEK IX. 

A BURSTING HEART. 

O little he<arts, that throb and beat 
With such impatient feverish heat, 

Such limitless and strong desires; 

Mine that so long has glowed and burned, 

With passions into ashes turned. 

Now covers and conceals its fires. 

Weanness. 

When Jack Henderson had seen the three officers enter 
the cab which was awaiting them, and Mrs. Gray and Mign- 
on go back into the house, she left the slight shelter of the 
lamp-post and took her way home. 

She was very unhappy. She was sore at heart and 
miserable because “ her capthi had passed her by without 
recognition, being fully taken up with “Miss Meenon. 
She was bursting with admiration and love, and right will- 
ingly would she have laid herself down and licked the dust 
under his feet; but all her love and dog-like faithful wor- 
ship did nothing for her, it brought her no nearer to the 
object of her adoration. Child-like, Jack was very sensi- 
tive — nay, hers was more than the sensitiveness of a mere 
child’s intuition and clear perception of the truth. She 
knew as well as if she had been able to put it into words — 
which she was not — that the captain would willingly have 
passed her by, and that the full and brimming over meas- 
ure of her gratitude only bored him. She knew perfectly 


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well that his “ Aw! how d’you do?^^ was merely a formal 
reply to her com’tesies, just as little prompted by his heart 
as was the raising of his hand in answer to the salutes of 
the troopers who saluted him as a matter of duty. 

Yes, she knew and felt all this by the quick instincts 
which had been made unnaturally acute and sharp by the 
ill-usage of her step-mother and the anxiety of her love; 
she knew it and felt it, though she was not capable of put- 
ting it into words and hardly mto thoughts. But not for 
worlds would she have given up her intercourse with him, 
limited as it was; for the other barrack bairns did not 
know other than that Jack was highly honored and dis- 
tinguished among them by the notice and patronage of 
Captain Lucy. No, Jack would not have foregone that 
honor for the world — her pride not being equal to her 
power of perception. 

She wandered back to barracks, and got a scolding for 
her long absence. Probably in the old days she would have 
had a beating, too, but thanks to Captain Lucy there was 
no fear of that now. She eat her supper in silence, and 
with indifference to the scolding, because her heart was 
full and troubled with other things; and then, poor mite, 
slie got into bed and cried herself to sleep, choking down 
her sobs lest she should hear them, and hiding her head 
under the bedclothes. Poor child! the appearance of Miss 
Meenon on the scene seemed to be the very last straw to 
the load of her disappointment and humiliation — almost as 
if she had come that Jack might see how different Lucy^s 
manner was to one whom he loved in contrast to one whom 
he scarcely tolerated. 


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It was then holiday-time, so when the moraing came and 
she had had breakfast, and had done one or two little jobs 
about the house, and had executed several httle errands 
for her stejj-mother, she prowled up to the officers’ stables 
in the hope of seeing Lucy go to visit his horses. In that 
she was disappointed, but as she was loitering about tlie 
door she saw Lucy’s groom come out leading his chestnut 
mare, Molly Maguire, and what she thought was his polo 
pony carrving a side-saddle, though, in truth, it was the 
pony he hatl got for Mignon. Jack’s heart gave an in- 
dignant throb of disgust and jealous indignation when she 
saw it. 

“ Umph! going to take ’er out riding,” she said between 
her teeth. 

She watched the groom go round to the principal door 
of the officers’ quarters, and then, when Lucy appeared 
and had mounted Molly Maguire, apparently receive an 
order, for he touched his hat and walked off across the 
square at a smart walk, leading the pony. 

Poor Jack’s heart was so sore at this further proof of 
“ her capt’n’s ” love for Mignon that she let him pass by 
without even attempting to attract liis notice; and Lucy 
never saw her! But as soon as Lucy had started she gave 
chase, and between running and dodging contrived to reach 
her ground of observation at the lamp-post immediately 
after he got to Major Gray’s door. She saw Lucy dis- 
mount and go into the house, then, after a few moments 
had passed, he came out again, followed by Mignon and 
Captain Ferrers. 

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hair floating about her shoulders, and her lovely fair face 
shaded by a felt hat, was a perfect picture, yet a picture 
such as made poor Jack sick to look upon. She watched 
her as she stood patting the pony^s neck, and then putting 
her gloves on. And then she saw Lucy — her “ capt’n — put 
her up, and set her stirrup and habit straight; and Mignon 
smiled and laughed at him and patted him on the shoulder, 
until Jack could fairly have shrieked aloud in her rage and 
jealousy. 

However, in less than three minutes they had turned 
the corner, and Jack and the lamp-post had the street to 
themselves; and as it was obviously of no use to wait there, 
she went back to barracks again. Polly Armstrong met 
her in the square. 

“Why, Jack Henderson,’^ said she, “what ever ^as 
gome wrong with you?^^ 

“ Naught at all,” curtly returned Jack, who would not 
have confessed the truth for worlds to Polly Armstrong or 
anybody else. 

“ No? Well, you look mortal bad, that’s all. I say, 
’ave you seen the capt’n and Miss Meenon?” 

“I see ’em larst night,” replied Jack, with admirable 
indifference. 

“Oh! you did. My, but ain’t Miss Meenon pretty! 
Don’t I just wish I was ’er! I should think yom- capt’n 
won’t take no more notice of you, now she’s come,” ended 
Polly Armstrong, shrewdly. 

“ Yes, he will,” cried Jack, furiously. “ Nothing won’t 
make no difference ’tween my capt’n an’ me, never you 
fear, Polly Armstrong. As for Miss Meenon, I don’t know 


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as I think so much of her; she^s only a poor bit of a thing, 
a^ter all.^’ 

“ Ay, may be — but she^s A 1 with the capt’n, for all 
that,^' returned Polly Armstrong, with the air of a philos- 
opher. “ An^ if he likes that pink-an-'wliite chiney-doll 
sort — why, there's naught more to be said about it. " 

“ Perhaps not," said Jack, slipping back into her air of 
indifference. “ Well, I'm going to the officers' quarters. 
Where are you going, Polly?" 

“ Oh! I'm going to fetch the flowers for om* mess," an- 
swered Polly, meaning the sergeants' mess. “You'd bet- 
ter come with me. Jack." 

“ No; I can't. I'll come round for you after dinner," 
Jack replied; and so the two girls parted, each going her 
different way. 

Now Jack's way led her up to Lucy's quarters, for on 
her way back from the lamp-post she had been thinking 
over the past — she had been thinking how kind he had 
been to her that day when he found her in his rooms, the 
day she had taken the offering of her own work; and it 
had occurred to her poor little troubled and jealous heart 
that if she could only creep up there once more and see for 
herself that her own work was still in use — not cast aside 
as a thing of no value, but reposing sweetly between the 
little table and the big photograph book — why, if she could 
see that, she thought she shouldn't feel quite so bad about 
recent events as she had been doing ever since yesteixlay. 

She therefore, with the stealth of an Indian scout — that 
is, to put it in a tragic sort of manner — made her way up 
the stairs, and after several hair's-breadth escapes from 


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Cooper and other servants who were about their masters' 
i‘ooms, to say nothing of several pail-laden ladies “ on the 
strength " who were bed- making, and doing such like use- 
ful and essential offices, she found herself at the door — and 
the door was locked. 

For a minute or two Jack stood like a peri at the gate of 
paradise — then she turned away, and went slowly down- 
stairs again, and out into the' fresh bright sunshine like a 
child in a dream — her senses seemed numbed — her heart 
almost stopped. She gave no heed to whether there was 
any one to see her or not; she only thought to get out into 
the fresh air and breathe. 

Once outside, the child stood gasping for breath, for air, 
then she lifted her eyes as a burst of gay laughter fell upon 
her ear, and saw “ her capt’n," with Mignon and Booties, 
come riding down to the mess, the golden-haired girl in 
the middle, and the men on either side. 

Jack looked and saw, and then she turned away and 
walked unsteadily behind the colonel's house, where she sat 
down upon a stone, and I believe she fainted. 


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CHAPTEE X 

G E E E O S I T T . 

Then shall the good stand in immortal bloom. 

In the fair gardens of that second birth; 

And each bright blossom' mingle its perfume 
With that of flowers which never bloomed on earth. 

Oood Care. 

There was such a fuss over Mignon when she reached 
the mess; all the officers who were waiting about for lunch 
streamed out to meet and greet her. 

“ So you^re coming back to us, Mignon,^^ cried Miles. 
“ It’ll be quite like old times again.” 

“ Yes; and I’m to stay three months.” 

“ Three months! Why,” laughed Colonel Garnet, “ by 
that time you’ll have grown enough to be married. ” 

Mignon drew herself up with an unconscious air of dig- 
nity, as if she rather resented the liberty of this speech. 

“ Is it to be Lucy or me?” he went on, teasingly. 

“ I am going to marry Lai, of course,” she answered; 
“but if—” 

“ You weren’t, you wouldn't take Colonel Garnet — eh, 
Mignon?” struck in Miles, who was as irrepressible as ever. 

“ No, I don’t think I would,” said Mignon, promptly. 

“ Never mind, sir — nev-er mind,” cried Miles, with a 
laugh. 

“ What!” exclaimed Booties, witn an air of intense sur- 
prise; “ do you mean to say that old joke is not dead yet? 


jiigkon's secret. 


73 


Bless me! it must be worn ont and threadbare by this tinm 
— qui te unrecogn izable. ^ ^ 

“Yes, it’s on the boards yet,” answered old Garnet; 
“ for we haven’t been troubled with much inventive genius 
in the regiment since you left us. Booties, old man.” 

“ Thank you,” said Booties, taking off his hat with a 
flourish, amid a general roar of laughter. 

“ Oh, I didn’t mean that at all. No; I meant that the 
stale old jokes have to do duty stilly becaul^ nobody’s got 
brains enough to invent any more. As for Miles there, he 
has regularly run to seed since you left us, and he sets up 
for being clever, which is tiresome.” 

“ I don’t set up or aspire to marry Mignon, colonel,” 
said Miles. 

“ Mignon wouldn’t look at you,” returned Colonel 
Garnet. 

“ Mignon is — er — not going to look at anybody but ww?,” 
put in Lucy, in his serenest tones. “ I don’t know what 
you fellows think about it, but I — call it extwremely im- 
pertinent of you to be bandying words about my sweet- 
heart.” 

“ Well, suppose, instead of bandying words, or compli- 
ments, or anything of the kind, we arrange about taking 
Mrs. Gray and Mignon out on the coach this afternoon,” 
interposed old Garnet, good-naturedly. “You’d like that, 
eh, Mignon, my pet?” 

“ Oh, a\vfully!” answered Mignon. 

“ Can you answer for your wife. Gray?” 

“ Oh, yes; we were going for a drive at three,” Major 
Gray answered. 


74 


miqnon’s secret. 


“ Then we^U bring the coach round at that time, eh?’^ 

“Yes, colonel — yes,^^ the others agreed; and then Pres- 
ton asked, “ Is old Booties to take the ribbons?^^ 

“ Do, Bootles!^^ cried several of the others. 

“ I should like it; one would feel like old times again, 
Booties answered. And so they arranged it, and Booties 
and Mignon parted from them, and rode off together. 

“ Mignon, began Booties, when they were clear of the 
mess. • 

“ Yes, dear,^^ said Mignon. 

“ What do you think of that Miss Dudley?” 

“ I don^t like her,” answered Mignon, decidedly. 

“Why?” 

“ Because she’s rude — and cross — and — and — I don’t 
like her. Lai can’t bear her,” Mignon replied. 

“ Oh” — thinking it necessary to pursue that subject no 
further — “ by the bye, did Lai tell you anything about a 
child?” 

“ Yes — Jack her name is. She worked him an antima- 
cassar, all by herself. Lai says she’s a half- wild creature. ” 

“ Well, now, you might be able to do Lai a good tui-n 
about her. ” 

“ Could I, Booties? How?” 

“ It seems that she persists in making elaborate courte- 
sies to him, no matter when or where she sees him, which 
bores him to death almost. Now if you get a chance, you 
might just give her a hint not to do it so much — do it very 
gently, don’t you know, Mignon, for it won’t do to frighten 
the poor little thing, or make her think she’s been doing 
wrong. Do you understand, my bird?” 


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75 


Yes, I think I understand,^' Mignon answered. “ I'm 
to try and stop Lai being bored, but not to bm’t the little 
girl's feelings in any way. " 

“That's just it, my bird; and now let me lift you 
down," Booties said, as they reached the door of the Grays' 
house. 

One day, about a week after Booties had gone, Mignon 
was going up to the barracks with Mrs. Gray, who was in 
the habit of doing a great deal of real friendly and helpful 
visiting among the married women of the regiment. Just 
at the gates they met Lucy. 

“ You are the very man I want. Captain Lucy," she 
said, as they met. “ Are you very busy this morning?" 

“ Not at all. I am going over to the dwrill-field now for 
half an hour — after that I am qmte at your service. What 
can I do for you?" 

“ Well, it is one of my mornings among the married 
women, and I didn't want to take Mignon with me," Mrs. 
Gray began. 

“Oh! Certainly not. Mignon, my sweetheart, come 
with me. Mrs. Gwray, I'll take her acwross the dwrill- 
field to the walk by the wriver; there's a seat there, and 
she can wait for me, or thwrow stones into the water for 
Zara " — meaning the big colly which was then standing 
with her nose in Mignon's hand. 

“ That's aU right. Then where shall I pick her up?" ■ 

“ I'll take her down to the mess, and be on the lookout 
for you." 

“ Very weU," answered the major’s wife, willingly. So 


mignon’s seceet. 


7Q 

they parted, Mre. Gray turning in at the gates, Lucy and 
Mignon going in the opposite direction to the drill-field, 
which lies between the Fulford Road and the river Ouse. 

They crossed the field and went out upon the broad and 
handsome walk, which with its avenue of superb trees is 
one of the finest river-side walks to be found. “ By Jove! 
there’s young Jack!” exclaimed Lucy. “ Would you like 
to talk to her a little?” 

“ Yes, very much,” answered Mignon. 

Jack was all alone, as she had been nearly eveiy day 
during all the past week. Poor httle forlorn barrack bairn 
that she was, she sat on the end of the long seat brooding 
over her jealousy and her envy of “ Miss Meenon.” She 
started violently as Lucy called her by name, and j umped 
up from her seat, trembling in every limb, with her pale 
face dyed a vivid scarlet hue; but as she saw the lovely 
golden-haired child beside “her capt’n,” the pleasure all 
died out of her heart and the vivid blushes out of her face. 

“ Er — Jack!” said Lucy, who naturally guessed nothing 
of the tumult of emotions raging and seething withiu the 
child’s wild, untutored heart, “ this is Miss Mignon, whom 
I — er — dare say you have seen before. She is coming to 
talk to you a little.” 

Jack made the officer her best obedience, but she took no 
manner of notice of Mignon; and Lucy, being short-sight- 
ed, never noticed it, but having, as he thought, started the 
two girls in a couversation, went back to his work in the 
drill-field, leaving them together. 

Mignon sat down upon the seat — Jack remained stand- 
ing where she was; the one girl was the embodiment of 


MTGKOK^S SECRET. 


77 


light and purity, carefully guarded and trained — ^the other 
was, at that moment, the very picture of all the evil pas- 
sions run riot. 

“ Jack, won^t you come and sit down?^’ Mignon Jisked, 
in gentle, clear tones. 

No answer from the little shabby figure turned half away, 
with one shoulder thrust sullenly up above the other. 

Mignon put her hand Invitingly on the seat and patted it, 
in invitation for Jack to seat herself there. 

“ Do come and sit here. Jack,” she pleaded. 

“ I don^t want to,J^ answered Jack, ciu'tly. 

Mignon sighed; she did not often meet with this kind of 
rebuff, and hardly knew how to battle with it. 

“ Captain Lucy told me all about you, Jack,^^ she went 
on, with a brave effort to break the barrier of what she be- 
lieved was only shyness on Jack’s part. “ He showed me 
the beautiful antimacassar you worked for him. 1 did like 
it,” she added, sighing to think how difficult she found 
crochet, and how little of it she had ever accomplished — 
and completed, none. 

“ Did you do it all yourself. Jack?” she asked. 

“ What’s that to you?” demanded Jack, fiercely, sud- 
denly finding her tongue, and turning upon Mignon in a 
blaze of fuiy. 

Mignon, who had risen from the seat, shrunk back be- 
fore the violence of Jack’s manner. 

“ I only wanted to know, because I thought it so clever 
of you,” she answered. “ I couldn’t do it, however much 
I wanted. Why won’t you come and talk to me?” — and 
then — Oh! What was it? — a rush — a scuffle — a shrill. 


78 


mignon’s secbet. 


piercing ciy — and the next moment Mignon was struggling 
in the water, Just at that part where the river is deep and 
dangerous. 

For an instant Jack was as one paralyzed, and all the 
wild and passionate hatred for her rival had gone out of her 
heart; but the next moment an awful realization of what 
“ her capt^n would feel if “ Miss Meenon should die 
came to her mind, and she dashed down the bank and into 
the deep, swift-running water Just as the alarm was given 
to those in the drill-field above. 

She was utterly without fear. “ Miss Meenon,^^ she 
called, “ ketch hold o’ me. I’ll get you out;” and then, 
there came an extra swing of the current of the already 
flooded river, and the two girls were swept apart — to meet 
in this life never, forever! 

Mignon had already sunk twice, and rose for the third 
time, when Lucy came running down to the bank and flung 
himself in headlong to save her. He had seen Jack’s wild 
gesticulations on the walk, and as she disappeared knew 
that she had gone in in an attempt to save Mignon. 

“ Brave child!” he muttered; then as he and one of the 
men reached the bank, said aloud, “ You go for little 
Henderson,” and dashed in the next moment after 
Mignon. 

It was Just “ touch and go;” but he got her out alive — 
senseless, but still breathing. Power, who had reached the 
walk but a minute later than liimself, had already got a 
gate off its hinges and took Mignon out of his arms. 

“We’ll get her up to hospital at once, old fellow,” he 
said. “ She’s all right; she’ll be no worse. Don’t dis- 


mignon’s secket. 


79 


tress yourself now, Lucy; she wonH be a ha^porth the 
worse/ ^ 

The fright liad made Lucy^s face as ghastly as death, 
and he let Power take the senseless girl from him and 
lay her on the gate already covered with coats and 
jackets. 

“ Go and get ynur wet tilings off and some brandy into 
you at once,^^ were Power’s last words, as four stalwart 
soldiers went off at a sling trot with the gate and its light 
burden, and he ran after them. 

But Lucy would not leave the bank until the fate of the 
other child was ascertained, and as Power left him he 
turned back to the river with anxious, eager gaze. Ah! 
poor Jack had gone under twice, each time rising far out 
of the soldier’s reach. Each time he swam with strong and 
powerful strokes of his stalwart arms to reach the sjiot just 
as she disappeared. And then when for the third time the 
dark head rose to sight, far away down-stream, he made a 
desperate effort, and as she went down again, dived after 
her and brought her up in one arm. 

“ He’s done it — done it! By heavens, what a splendid 
fellow he is!” cried Lucy, whose knees were shaking under 
him till he could scarcely stand. 

“Lord love him!” cried a woman, who with several 
others had turned up, as women always do when any great 
excitement is afloat. 

“ Ay, but the bairn’s mother will bless ’im for this day’s 
work!” put in another. 

“ Have a hand, Simpson,” exclaimed a broad-shouldered 
trooper who was already knee-deep in the water to help his 


80 


mignon’s secret. 


comrade; and then the man staggered up the bank and laid 
his burden carefully down upon the seat. 

“It’s no go/^ he said, sorrowfully; “the little lass is 
dead!” 

“ Not dead?” shrieked one of the women. 

“Oh! the 23001- bit bairn!” cried another, beginning to 
sob. 

“ Give the child a. chance,” oi-dered Lucy, whose senses 
had come back in the moment of need. “ Get her up to 
hospital at once. No; donH wait for a gate — just take her 
head and feet. Yes! Now quick — as fast as you can 
wrun. 

“ Eh, puir bit bairn, they may make all the haste they 
can,” sighed the Scotchwoman; “ they’ll be soon enough, 
for it’s all over for her in this world. Puir bit bairn !” 

“ And she went in to try and save the little lady,” added 
the other, who had been gathering all the information she 
could. “ The gentleman what saved the other told me so. 
Ay, an’ he has a kind heart, for his eyes was full of 
tears.” 

“ Puir bit bairn!” sighed the Scotchwoman again. 

“ Maybe they’ll bring her round,” suggested the other, 
hopefully. 

“ Never, in this world,” answered the Scotchwoman. 
“ I know the look o’ death too well, my dear; I’ve seen it 
too often to be deceived.” 

And it was even so. At that moment the two surgeons 
in the hospital were shaking their heads over Jack Hender- 
son’s little body, and Lucy was trying in a choking voice to 
tell Private Henderson what had happened. 


MIGNON^S SECKET. 


81 


“ My little lass!^’ Henderson kept saying, in a dazed 
kind of way — “ my little motherless lass!’^ 

‘‘ She was as bwrave as a lion, Henderson,^’ Lncy told 
him. “ God help you, Henderson, and keep you from 
gwrieving! He has taken her to Himself, and Heaven 
knows a bwraver, nobler, bigger heart never went to Him 
— never. 

And then, with great tears streaming down his cheeks, 
he told them the story of the child’s gratitude, and how 
she had paid him by “ her own work;” anil then, when all 
was over, and the doctors insisted on his going to change 
his clothes, he bent down and kissed the dead child’s white 
face tenderly. 

“ Henderson, keep me a piece of her hair,” he said, 
huskily, and went hurriedly away. 

“ I’m glad he kissed the bairn, she thought so much of 
him, ” said Henderson, miserably, as he stood beside his 
dead child. “ I only wish that she’d known it. ” 

Ay, if poor Jack had only known it! — had only known 
that her “ capt’n ” had come and kissed her as she lay! 
But, alas! the passionate, loving, jealous heart had flut- 
tered to its rest, and would feel neither good nor evil any 
more. Ah! it is so often that the things which we have 
longed for must come to us when we are no longer able to 
understand or to enjoy them — come to us too late. 

That same evening Booties and Mrs. Ferrers, who were 
on the eve of starting for the States, came in answer to a 
telegram which summoned them; for Mignon was, not un- 
naturally, very feverish and ill. 

Booties had always been her first and dearest, even before 


83 


MIGNOIf’S SECRET. 


lier mother, but it was to her mother that she told a secret 
when she was well enough to hear all the details of Jack 
Henderson’s death, and of her bravery and courage. 

“ Mother,” she said, “ 1 don’t want Lai to know, not a 
word — ” 

“ About what, my darling?” 

“ I must tell somebody , and I don’t want liim to know — 
ever.” 

“ Then tell me.” 

“ You won’t tell even Booties?” 

Mrs. Ferrers shook her head. “ Not even Booties.” 

“ Then I’ll tell you, mother. 2' hat ymr little girl 
imshed me into the water on 'purpose; we struggled to- 
gether, but she was stronger than I. But I think she was 
sorry afterward, for she tried to save me, so I don’t want 
Lai or any one else to know. ” 

Mrs. Ferrers threw her arms al^out her child and kissed 
her passionately. 

“Oh! my darling, my darling!” she cried. “Keep 
your brave, true, generous heart, for God who loves you 
gave it to you. Kiss me, my treasure, kiss me. ” 


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ander. Ist half 

£05 Freres, The. By Mrs. Alex- 
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388 From Uloom to Sunlight. By 
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Mrs. Forrester 

348 From Post to Finish. A Racing 
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985 Gambler's Wife, The 

772 Gascoyne, the Sandal-Wood 
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549 George Caulfield’s Journey. 

By Mis.s M. E. Braddon 

365 George Christy; or. The Fort- 
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806 Golden Dawn, A. By Charlotte 
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656 Golden Flood, The. By R. E. 

Francillon and Wm. Senior.. 
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667 Golden Lion of Granpere, The. 

By Anthony Trollope 

768 “Good-bye, Sweetheart!” By 

Bhoda Broughton 

166 Good Hater, A. By Frederick 

Boyle 

801 Good-Natured Man, The. By 

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710 Greatest Heire.ss in England, 
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439 Great Expectations. By Charles 

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751 Great Voyages and Great Navi- 
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677 Grlselda. By the author of “ A 
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597 Haco the Dreamer. By William 

Sime 10 

668 Half-Way. An Anglo-French 

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191 Harry Lori‘equer. By Charles 

Lever ‘20 

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785 Haunted Chamber, The. By 

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169 Haunted Man, The. By Charles 

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533 Hazel Kirke. By Marie Walsh 20 
385 Headsman, The; or. The Ab- 
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572 Healey. By Jessie Foihei-gill. 28 
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441 Heart of Jane Warner, The. By 

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391 Heart of Mid-Lothian, The By 

Sir Walter Scott 20 

695 Hearts; Queen, Knave, and 
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741 Heiress of Hilldrop, The; or. 
The Romance of a Young 
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689 Heir Presumptive, The. By 

Florence Marryat 20 

513 Helen M'hitney’s Wedding, and 
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535 Henrietta’s AVish; or. Domi- 
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Yonge 10 

160 Her Gentle Deeds. By Sarah 

Tytler 10 

576 Her Martyrdom. By Charlotte 
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Folly. Charlotte M. Braeme, 

author of “ Dora Thorne ” 

204 Hilda. By Charlotte M. Braeme, 
author of “ Dora Thorue ”... 
658 History of a Week, The. By 

Mrs. L. B. Walford 

165 History of Henry E.smoud, The. 

By William M. Thackera 3 '. . . 
461 His Wedded AVife. By author 

of ” A Fatal Denver ’’ 

378 Homeward Bound; or, The 

Chase. Bj' J. F. Cooper 

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Feuimore Cooper *. . . . 

800 Hopes and Fears; or. Scenes 
from the Life of a Spinster. 
Charlotte M. Yonge. 1st half 
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fi-om the Life of a Spinster. 
Charlotte M. Yonge. 2d half 
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M. E. Braddon 

600 Houp-La. By John Strange 

AVinter. (Illustrated) 

748 Hurrish : A Study. By the 

Hon. Emil.v Lawless 

703 House Divided Against Itself, 

A. By Mrs. Oliphant 

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F. VA'arden 

861 House on the Moor, The. Bj' 

Mrs. Oiiphant 

481 House That Jack Built, The. 

By Alison 

754 How to be Happy Though Mar- 
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University of Matrimony 

198 Husband’s Story, A 


889 Ichabod. A Portrait. By Bertha 

Thomas 

188 Idonea. Bj’’ .Anne Beale 

807 If Love Be Love. D. Cecil Gibbs 
715 I Have Lived and Loved. By 

Mrs. Forrester 

762 Impressions of Theophrastus 

Such. By George Eliot 

#08 lugledew House. By Charlotte 
M. Braeme, author of “ Dora 

Thorne ” 

796 In a Grass Country. By Mrs. 

H. Lovett Cameron 

804 In Cupid’s Net. By Charlotte 
M. Braeme, author of ” Dora 

Thorue ” 

404 In Durance A’ile, and Other 
Stories. By “ The Duchess ” 
324 In Luck at Last. By AA'alter 

Besant 

672 In Marenmia. By “ Ouida.” 1st 

half 

672 In Maremma, By “ Ouida.” 2d 

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604 Innocent: A Tale of Modern 
Life. By Mrs. Oliphant. First 
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Innocent: A Tale of Modern 
Life. By Mrs. Oliphant. Sec- 
ond Half 20 

In Peril and Privation. By 

James Payn 10 

In Quarters with the 25th (The 
Black Horse) Dragoons. By 

J. S. AA’inter 10 

In Shallow AVaters. Bj’ Annie 

Arraitt 20 

In Silk Attire. By AVilliam Black 20 
In the Golden Daj s. Bj' Edna 

Lvall 20 

In the Middle Watch. By W. 

Clark Russell 20 

In the AA’est Couutrie. By May 

Cromyuelin 20 

Introduced to Society. By Ham- 
ilton Aid6 10 

lone Stewart. By Mrs. E. Lynn 

Linton 20 

“ I Say No;” or. The Love-Let- 
ter Answered. By Wilkie Col- 
lins 90 

“ It is Never Too Late to Mend.” 

By Charles Reade 20 

Ivauhoe. By Sir AValter Scott. 20 

Jack. By Alphonse Daudet 20 

Jackanapes, and Other Stories. 

By Juliana Horatio Ewing. . . 10 
Jack Tier ; or. The Florida Reef. 

By J. Fenimore Cooper 20 

Jack's Courtship. By AV. Clark 

Russell. 1st half 20 

Jack’s Cotirtship. By AV. Clark 

Bussell. 2d half 20 

James Gordon s Wife, A Novel 20 
Jane Eyre. By Charlotte Bront6 20 
Janet’s Repentance. By George 

Eliot 10 

Jenifer. By Annie Thomas 20 

Joan. B}’ Rhoda Broughton. . 20 

John. Bj’ Mrs. Oliphant 20 

John Bull and His Island. By 

Max O’Rell 10 

John Bull’s Neighbor in Her 
True Light. By a “Brutal 

Saxon ” 16 

John Halifax, Gentleman. By 

Miss Mulock 30 

John Holdsworth, Chief Mate. 

By W. Clark Russell 10 

John Maidment, B 3 ' Julian 

Sturgis 20 

Jolin Marchmont's Legacy. By 

Miss M. E. Braddon 20 

Joshua Haggard s Daughter. 

By Miss M. E. Braddon 30 

Joy ; or, Tlie Liglit of Cold- 
Home Ford. By Ma 3 ' Crom- 

melin 30 

Judith Shakespeare : Her Love 
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By Miss M. E Braddon 20 

King Arthur. Not a Love Story. 

By Miss Mulock 20 

King Solomon’s Mines. By H. 

Rider Haggard 20 

Kilmeny. By William Black.. 20 

Klvtiar A Story of Heidelberg 
Castle. By George Taylor. . . 20 


I.ady Branksmcre. By “The 

Duchess” 

Lady Audley’s Secret. By Miss 

M. E. Braddon 

Lady Clare ; or. The Master of 
the Forges From the French 

of Georges Ohuet 

Lady Damer's Secret. By Char- 
lotte M. Braeme, author of 

“ Dora Thorne ” 

Lady Gay's Pride; or. The Mi- 
ser’s Treasure. By Mrs. Alex. 

McVeigh Miller 

I,ady Gwendoline’s Dream. By 
Cliarlotte M. Braeme, author 

of “ Dora Thorne ” 

Lady Lovelace. By the author 

of' “Judith Wynne” 

Lady Muriel’s Secret. By Jean 

Middlemas 

Ladv of Lyons, The. Founded 
oii the Play of that title by 

Lord Ly tton 

Lady’s Mile, The. By Miss M. 

E. Braddon 

Lady With the Rubies, The. By 

E. Marlitt 

Lancaster’s Choice. By Mrs. 

Alex. McVeigh Miller 

La ncelot Ward, M.P. By George 

Temple 

Land Leaguers, The. By An- 
thony Trollope 

Last Days at Apswich — 

Last Days of Pompeii, The. By 

Buhver I.vtlon 

Last of the Barons, The, By Sir 
E. Buhver Lytton. 1st half. . 
Last of the Barons, The. By Sir 
E. Buhver Lytton. 2d half.. 
Last of tiie Mohicans, The. By 

J. Fenimore Cooper 

Laurel Vane; or. The Girls’ 
Conspiracy. By Mrs. Alex. 

McVeigh Miller 

IjHzarus in London. By F. W. 

Robinson 

Led Astray; or, “La Petite 
Comtesse.” Octave Feuillet. 
Legend of Montrose, A. By Sir 

Walter Scott 

1.1‘ila: or. The Siege of Grenada. 

By Buhver Lytton 

I, ester's Secret. By JIary Cecil 

Hay • 

Lewis Arundel; or. The Rail- 
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ens. First half 38 

Life and Adventures of Martin 
Cluizzlewit. By Charles Dick- 
ens. Second half 3(1 

Life and Travels of Mungo 

Park, The 10 

Life's Atonement, A. By David 

Christie Murray 20 

Like Dian’s Kiss. By “ Rita ”. 20 
Like no Other Love. By Char- 
lotte M. Braeme, author of 

“Dora Thorne” 10 

Lilliesleaf: or. Passages in the 
Life of Mrs. Margaret Mait- 
land of Sunnyside. By Mrs. 

Oliphaut 20 

Lionel Lincoln ; or, The Leaguer 
of Boston. By J. Fenimore 

Cooper ^ 

Little Dorrit. By Charles Dick- 

ens. First half 20 

Little Dorrit. By Charles Dick- 

ens. Second half 20 

Little Goldie : A Story of Wom- 
an’s Love. By Mrs. Sumner 

Hayden • 20 

Little Loo. Bv W. Clark Russell 20 
Little Make-Believe. By B. L. 

Far jeon 1” 

Little Pilgrim, A. By Mrs. Oil- 

pliant 10 

Little Savage, The. By Captain 

Marryat 10 

Little School-master Mark, The. 

■ By J. H. Sliorthouse 10 

Living or Dead. By Hugh Con- 
way, author of “Called Back ” 20 
Look Before You Leap. By 

Mrs Alexander. 20 

Lord Lynne’s Choice. By Char- 
lotte M. Braeme, author of 

“Dora Thorne” 10 

Lord Vanecourfs Daughter. By 

Mabel C.olIin.<; 20 

Lorna Doone. By R. D. Black- 

more. First half 20 

Lorna Doone. By R. D. Black- 

more. Second half 20 

Lost Son, A. By Mary Linskill. 10 
Lottery of Life. The. A Story 
of New York Twenty Years 
Ago. By John Brougham .. 20 
Lottery Ticket, The. By F. Du 

Boisgobe 3 ' 20 

Louisa. By Katharine S. Mac- 

quoid 20 

Love and Life. By Charlotte 

M. Yonge ’ ’g; ’ ^ 

Love and Mirage ; or. The V ail- 
ing on an Island. By M. 

Betham-Ed wards u ’-V 

Love and Money ; or, A Peril- 
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Love Finds the Way, and Other 
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M. Braenie, author of “ Dora 

Thorne” 

313 Lover’s Creed, The. By Mrs. 

Cashel-Hoey 

673 Ijove's Harvfit. B. L. Farjeoi\ 
175 Love’s Random Shot. By Wilkie 

Collins 

757 Love’s Martyr. By Laurence 

Alma 'I’aiiema 

>91 Xiove’s Warfare. By Ciiarlotte 
M. Braenie, author of “ Dora 

Tiiorne ” 

118 Loys. Lord Berresford. By 

“ The Duchess ” 

582 Lucia, Hugh and Another. By 

Mrs. J. H. Neeclell 

589 Luck of tlie Darrells, The. By 
Janies Payn 

370 Lucy Croftou. By Mrs. Oliphant 

44 Macleod of Dare. Wm. Black. 
580 Madame De Presuel. By E. 

Frances Po.viiter 

315 Madam. By Mrs. Oliphant 

78 Madcap Violet. By Win. Black 
510 Mad Love, A. By the author of 

“ Lover and Lord ” 

69 Madolin’s Lover. By Charlotte 
M. Braenie. author of “Dora 

Thorne ” 

341 Madolin Rivers; or. The Little 
Beauty of Red Oak Seminary. 

By Laura Jean Lihbei' 

.377 Magdalen Hepburn : A Story of 
the Scottish Reformation. By 

Mrs. Oliphant 

449 Maiden All Forlorn. A. and Bar- 
bara. By “ The Duchess ”... 
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625 Sketches by Boz 20 

639 Sketches of Young Couples 10 

827 The Mudfog Papers, &c 10 

860 The Mystery of Edwin Drood 20 

900 Pictures From Italy 10 

1411 A Child’s History of England 20 

1464 The Picnic Papers 2(' 

1558 Three Detective Anecdotes, and Other Sketches 10 

WORKS BY THE AUTHOR OF “ DORA THORNE.” 

449 More Bitter than Death 10 

618 Madolin’s Lover 20 

656 A Golden Dawn 10 

678 A Dead Heart 10 

718 Lord Lynne’s Choice; or. True Love Never Huns Smooth. 10 

746 Which Loved Him Best 20 

846 Dora Thorne 20 

«21 At War with Herself 



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SOBMER 



GRAND, SQUARE AND UPRIGHT PIANOS. 


FIRST PRIZE 

DIPLOMA. 

Centennial Exnibi- 
tion, 1876; Montreal, 
1881 and 1882. 

The enviable po- 
sition Sohmer & 
Co. hold among 
American Piano 
Manufacturers is 
solely due to the 
merits of their in- 
struments. 


They are used 
in Conservato- 
ries, Schools and 
Seminaries, on ac- 
count ol their su- 
perior tone and 
uneq.ualed dura- 
bility. 

The SOHMER 
Piano is a special 
favorite with the 
leading musicians 
and critics. 


ARE AT PRESENT THE MOST POPUEAR 

AND PREFERRED BY THE L E A D I N C A R T I ST S . 

SOHMER & COm Manufacturers, No, 14 9 to 155 E, 1 4th fetieet, its 


THE 

“Short Line Limited” 

TO 

St. Paul and Minneapolis. 



THE 


“Shore Line LimiteH” 


TO 


Milwaukee and Waukesha. 


IT TRAVERSES THE MOST DESIRABLE PORTIONS OF 

ILLINOIS, IOWA, NEBRASKA, WISCONSIN, MINNESOTA, DAKOTA, 
WYOMING AND NORTHERN MICHIGAN. 


^THE . POPULAR • SHORT- LINEi^ 

BETWEEN 

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OMAHA, COUNCIL BLUFFS, DENVER, SAN FRANCISCO, 

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AND ADD POINTS IN THE WEST AND NORTHWEST. 

PALACE SLEEPING CARS, PALATIAL DINING CARS 

AND SUPERB DAY COACHES ON THROUGH TRAINS. 


Close Connections in Union Depots with Branch and Connecting Lines. 


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